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"Hey, 'Nardo? Are you there?" Donnie asked.
"Yeah. Whatssup?" Leo mumbled, his words blurring together.
"Raph, Mikey, and I are going to Hueso's. We'll be back in an half an hour or so."
"Sounds fun. Can I come?"
"No, but I'll make sure there's pizza left for you."
"Wha- Why not?!" He sat up and flinched at the stabbing pain in his back.
"Because you're sick, Nardo."
Leo recoiled at the word. Sick. He knew it was technically true, he had a chronic illness after all, but something about that word felt so... harsh. Like there was something wrong with him.
He blinked and his brother was gone. He sighed. He hates this. He hates being stuck in bed all day. He hates missing minutes, hours, days at a time. He hates being in pain all the time. He hates this. He hates this! He hates this!