Mikey tossed and turned. His stomach felt empty, his tongue felt like sandpaper, and his hand felt like it was on fire. Leo. Leo. He reached out with his mind, hoping by shear will power he could make them respond. Raph. Donnie. Where are you? His head screamed with the ache of pain and loss. He couldn't breath, couldn't speak. Rough, inflexible hands pulled him away from the ground, dragging him away from what little comfort he had in that sensation. No, no. no. They won't find me if I move. No. His internal cries were left unheeded. He felt tears slip down his face as he was hoisted into position. It hurt. Everything hurt. Leo…