Mikey was dead.
Raphael struggled to wrap his brain around this concept. He couldn't.
Michelangelo was snuggled up in his brother's arms, eyes closed. He was not breathing. He had no pulse. No matter how many times Raph jostled his baby brother, yelling at him to wake up, he wouldn't.
Raph leaned against the sewer wall and sunk down to the ground. He struggled to hold back tears.
He was too late.
"Mikey... Please... Wake up..." He shook his brother gently this time. "Mikey..."
He could feel tears roll down his cheeks.
"Mikey, halfway there, just hold on a little bit more..."
Mikey was unresponsive.
Raph screamed and pounded his on the ground. It began to throb, but he didn't care. He just wanted his brother back.
But he was too late.
Raphael began to sob. He clutched the body of his brother, his dead brother, and screamed to the high heavens. He just wanted Mikey back.
But he was too late.
He sobbed into Mikey's shoulder.
Too late...
Am I out of the fandom yet?