DISCLAIMER: I don't own the TMNT, never have, never will. Beta'd by kyt (read her excellent works), title comes from donnysboy and kameterra for summary help.
Teetering
Leonardo lies dying in my arms.
Feeling your body surrender to shock, I pull thin blankets tight.
What has the Shredder done my son?
You lie still and broken.
Gasping, my paw moves along his brow, smoothing trickling sweat.
What has he done?!
A contusion to your temple; concussion.
It went unnoticed before now. Before the silence.
Shivering grows in intensity, prepared for the worst I hold you close to my pelt.
This seizure … pain … will pass.
Your muscles relax; I close my eyes.
Dead?
A drawn breath …
No.
and I realize; my son might live.