I AM ACTUALLY GOING TO PROGRESS THE STORY THIS TIME, I PROMISE! THE LAST STORY WAS JUST A FILLER! DON'T GOT PISSED AT ME! This story is going to be a few chapters long and will be about getting used to a new lifestyle and recovery. Faith, at some point, I will do the situation where Leo tried to train a Foot Soldier, it just may take a while. Anyway, on with the story!

Rated T for language and probably blood and violence, along with mental stuff that I haven't planned out yet.

2k3 verse, obviously

Enjoy!

Leo growled as his shoulder sent a wave of pain through his arm. "Damn it all..." he muttered as he settled further on his cot. After they had been to April's a few days ago, his stitches had started to pull, and Don had had to re-sew them. Now he had to stay on this screwy cot another 4 days. It had only been 2.

He sighed and took off his black mask to look at it. He growled again as he thought of Shredder. That lying, dishonorable, despicable scoundrel that had stolen him from infancy. He hated that mask. It was going to make him go even more insane, that stupid black always rimming his vision.

Suddenly, Don walked in and started looking through his medical supplies. He took out a pair of tweezers and went towards Leo. "You think you'd be OK with getting your stitches out a few days early?" the medic asked; Leo nodded vigorously. Smiling and rolling his eyes tolerantly, Don took out the stitches with great ease.

This surprised Leo. "How did you learn to do all this medical stuff?"

Don sighed as he lightly wrapped Leo's arm. "We, uh, we have to fight Shredder and the Foot a lot, and Purple Dragons and The Mob, sometimes. They have weapons, and guns, and a ton of crap even I can't name. They injure us on, like, a weekly basis. You just, I dunno, get a habit for it, I guess."

Leo nodded. Once Don was done wrapping his arm, he left and went to the kitchen to see if they had anything to eat that didn't require cooking. He stopped short when he saw Mikey standing there, shaking his ass to a song playing in his head as he searched the fridge.

Leo chuckled silently as he snuck over and tapped Mikey's shell.

The orange-clad turtle jumped 3 feet in the air and fell back down, his hand on his plastron to control his breathing. He then smiled and faced his new-found brother. "Hey, bro. You feelin' better?" he asked, pouring himself some OJ.

"Yeah, actually. I was getting kinda hungry, though-"

"No problemo, dude! What do you want?"

Leo shifted onto his other foot. "I really can't ask that of you, Michelangelo."

"Don't even think about it! Y'know, what? I'll surprise ya! Just sit down and relax as you enter Mikeranjero no hama to no ie! (Hamato House, featuring Michelangelo!)"

Leo chuckled tolerantly and sat down with a little help from Michelangelo, who dashed to the fridge, cabinets, and stove. Leo looked up at the clock and realized it was only 10 in the morning.

"Can I go get a book to read?"

"No! I mean, uh, I'll get you a music player or something! Be right back!" Mikey dashed out of the room and grabbed a spare MP3 player, and dashed back in. He handed it to Leo, who eyed the device suspiciously and confusedly. "What the hell?" he mouthed.

Mikey smiled as he finished his masterpiece. "OK, Leo. Blindfold yourself."

Leo smirked and pulled his mask around his eyes. He scrunched up his beak as a plate of something was placed in front of him. "OK, open your eyes, Leo," Mike said, taking a step back.

Leo put his black mask back where it went and looked down at his plate.

In front of him was a plate of yellow mush, with bits of white, a weird meat (he guessed) that was curvy around the edges. The toast he recognized, as Shredder had made it on a few occasions for him when in a good mood. There were also waffles with syrup on them. "Um, what's those things?" he asked, pointing to the mus and meat.

"Uh, eggs and bacon, dude! You've never seen bacon and eggs before?"

Leo smiled sheepishly and looked up at Mike. "Uh, Shredder didn't exactly give me a big variety of food when I lived with him."

Mikey frowned for a second, but then smiled brightly. "Well, we are gonna give you every food! Especially pizza!"

Leo gagged subtly, but Mikey noticed. "Bro, that's, like, the thing we eat 4 or 5 times a week! We're gonna make you eat it, too."

Leo sighed and starred eating his breakfast. "Wow... This is pretty good... Thanks, Michelangelo!" he said, prompting Mikey to beam even wider.

As Leo finished his breakfast and was about to put the dish in the sink, Raph came in for some beer. Seeing Leo, he hid a sneer.

Leo scrunched up his beak again when he saw the can. "You guys are alcoholics?" he asked.

Raph chucked the still half-full beer can at his older brother's head. "I's jus' evry now-n den. An' I dun drink enough ta get drunk. Usually," he retorted as Leo rubbed his now aching head. Mikey rolled his eyes and went to go watch TV.

Leo let a bit of the substance drip on his tongue. "Maybe that's just morning breath, but this stuff tasted awful. I don't think that alien bug I used to live with even knew what this stuff is," he explained as he spit the shit off his tongue. He then looked down at the MP3 player, which still hadn't been used.

"How the hell do I use this thing?!"

Yeah. This was going to take a while to get used to.

*pants* There. I would've had this up earlier (No I wouldn't), but my mom made me make pasta salad and that took forever and I put the salt in the dressing instead of the boiling pasta water and it messed up and now I have officially failed life. Boo. Anyway, this is it for the first chapter! Stay tuned for next one! BYE!

TMNT LLII