"... Donnie? You have a moment?"
Mikey enters the darkened living room with a frown. He slowly moves closer to where Donnie is changing his big brothers bloody bandages.
"Sorry Mikey, I'm kinda busy right now. I need to clean these wounds, and I have to change the covers too. He kinda uhm, soaked them."
Mikey looks at him a bit disgusted. "He peed? "
Donnie looks back at his brother with a tired look.
"No Mikey, he didn't pee. Look, can't you just go and get Raph, I need his help with something."
"But I'm right here bro, I can help ya." Mikey moves closer but Donnie stops him.
"No Mikey, I don't want your help right now. This is gonna be really tuff, and I don't want you to witness it. If you're so eager to help, then get Raph will ya? Donnie orders, then gets back to his task. Mikey feels a bit hurt over his brothers harsh words, but he can't really blame him. They had now been at the farm house for two days, but Leo's condition hadn't changed, not even a bit. There were no power, and therefore no heat. They did have a fireplace, but that didn't help much when you weren't allowed to be in that one room where it was placed.
They only had one blanket, but Leo was the one covered by it, which was only fair. They were cold blooded, and the leader in blue had been completely cooled down when he flew through the window of April's apartment. You could say he was literally blue from the cold.
But the orange clad turtle was freezing too. He could feel his hands and feet going numb, his head felt heavy, and he was sure that a minor cold was on its way. But what really mattered was how he felt inside. His mind was nothing but a dark fog, and no matter how many positive thoughts he tried to come up with, nothing happened. He wants to talk to somebody, but Donnie is too busy with more important matters than listening to his melancholic thoughts. He knows that. Finally Mikey lets go of the darkest of his thoughts:
"Leo aren't gonna make it, is he Don?"
Donnie, clearly in shock by his little brothers heartbreaking outburst, simply shakes his head. "No Mikey, I don't think so. His state is really bad, I'm not sure he'll survive another night."
Mikey can't hold the feelings back anymore. He falls to his knees and cries as silently as he possibly can. He can feel the tears streaming down his face, and even though the darkness scares him, for once he's actually glad that the room is as dark as it is.
Donnie can't help but notice his little brothers muted whimpers, and stops what he's doing to tend to the crying turtle. He sits down beside him and pulls him into a hug, that he weakly returns. He can't help but to notice how warm his forehead feels on his shoulder.
"It's gonna be alright Mikey, who knows, maybe he isn't gonna leave us, maybe he'll wake up sooner than we think."
"I'm scared D. Why do bad thing always happen to us? Dad is dead, now Leo's gonna die too, and I'll never get to say goodbye." Mikeys voice cracks, and he tightens the embrace. He is now fully crying, giving out painful sobs. Donnie can feel the tears running down his shell, and the urge to cry slowly increases, but he can't, he has to stay strong for the family.
Mikey finally let's go of the taller turtle, and without any other word he stands up.
"I promise Mikey, I'll do everything I can to get our brother back to life." Donnie assures him.
"I know you will D, you always do. I'll go find Raph, and you should get back to work."
Mikey's just about to leave the room when he lets out a final: "Thank you for listening Donnie." The smallest turtle finally leaves, and the tallest turtle finally breaks down and starts to cry, leaning his head against the couch where his dying brother is lying. He wanted to stay strong, but he couldn't, he just couldn't take the pain anymore...
