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[hot_nunchaku_fury]

[The video opens showing Mikey laying on his bed looking rather sick. The personhood started up the video was obviously Leader as she was staring at the camera. She looked a bit worried.]

Hello everyone this is Leader. I'm sending out a video because Nike is sick right now, we don't know what he has it doesn't seem like it's a cold or flu. If there's anybody who cannot figure this out to please let me know.

Bud I dold you, I'm not dad sick.

Yes you are now stand that bed, or I'll find somebody to keep you there.

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[hot_nunchaku_fury]

Thank you I will be waiting.

[Leader was there at the door when Donnie knocked. She opened the door and gestured straight to Mikey's room.

Mikey himself had fully covered himself from head to toe with his blanket, looking a little bit like a giant caterpillar on his bed.]

[brain_behind_purple]

[He gave Leader a hi before entering and heading for hos brother's room. Paolo and Arte, the latter holding the medical kit, were with him. The genius walked into the room and saw Mikey under his blanket. He sighed.]

Does he always do that when he's sick?

Oh trust me, you haven't seen the worst of it. [He went over and grabbed the blanket, giving it a tug.] Alright Mikey, you know why I'm here and what's about to happen. So get out of there and lets get it over with.

[hot_nunchaku_fury]

[Mikey held on tight to his blanket, curling up a bit more.]

I donb wanna.

[Mikey sounded more six than sixteen, his voice muffled and whiney from under the blanket.]

Mikey, please come out... you're worrying me.

[That seemed to get a reaction as the blanket shifted a bit and Mikey's head poked out.]

[brain_behind_purple]

[An the second that the head poked out, Donnie took the kit from Arte and shoved a thermometer into Mikey's mouth.]

Now keep that in there until it beeps while I check the rest of you. [He then pulled out a magnifying glass] Hmm... [Used the glass to check the eyes] Ah-ha... [Feels the forehead] Mmmhmm... [Looks over the rest of the teen] Hmm... [Pulls back] Yep, he's sick.

...no. You don't say?

Do you know what's wrong with him?

As a matter of fact, yes I do. Which reminds me, can you all leave the room for a few minutes? Mikey and I need to have a little family talk.

[And he threw the younger teen a stern look, one that clearly meant that he knew exactly what was wrong.]