"Don, I don't need constant care," Leo protested, being put down on the couch by Donatello and Michelangelo.

"Leo, if you get up and walk around, you'll cough out a lung."

"Donnie-" Leo was interrupted by a ringing Shellcell. "Hello?"

"Don, I need you down here, quickly. By the pier, track me or whateva," Raph whispered. Raph had gone earlier that night, it was his patrolnight and he usually liked to patrol near the piers and docks that had a view of Jersey.
It was a peaceful type of state, but usually, some gang violence would show up around that area, specifically on Thursdays, Fridays, and Saturdays. Nobody knew why on those particular days, but Raphs patrolnights were usually on those certain days of the weeks.

"Raph, whats going on?" Don asked. "Get ova here Donnie!" Raph yelled into the shellcell, hanging it up with the click of a button.

Donnie draped a slim blanket over Leo, ignoring his eldest brothers glare. "We gotta go Leo, call if ya have trouble," Don says before running out of the lair.

It was now just Leonardo. Alone. Master Splinter had went to go help the Daimyo track down Draco/Ultimate Ninja from spreading further terror across the universe - after their encounter of being seperated to different dimensions until Leonardo and Usagi had brought them back together. Master Splinter said it was something he had to do alone, and he would be accompanied by highly-experience samurai who would help fight them off.

It crossed their minds once in a while if Splinter wouldn't come back - Draco/UN had more power. But the Daimyo had the warstaff, which would improbably give them a little more of an advantage. There was no underestimating the warstaff. Leo laid on the couch - he was reading a cheap biography of Edgar Allen Poe that Don bought him, and he was grateful for it, reading it every chance he got. And being sick, you get alot of chances.
Minutes turned into hours. Leo became skeptical on the first hour where his brothers were. He was sure they could take care of themselves-most of the time, maybe they ran into a few stubborn street thugs that would take a punch and get right back up.
Second hour, Leo put down the book, sitting up on the bed.

Something was wrong. Stubborn Thugs or not, they ran into some type of trouble. Leo was wishing they were alright. He took a moment to silently pray, and then grabbed the Shellcell and clicked Donatello's number.
Two rings. Three rings. Four, seven, ten, twelve. No answer. He pressed Michelangelo's number, to recieve no answer. His right ear rung. He pressed Raphael's number. It rung five times. Then, "Hello Turtle," A familiar voice came.

"Hun," Leo growled, holding back a cough. "Hello, Leonardo. How are you?" He asked sarcastically. "Where are my brothers!" Leo yelled weakly. "Don't be in a rush, turtle. Your brothers are unconscious, come to Ninth Avenue in Broadway. They'll be waiting for you there, turtle. But i'm not promising they'll be alive."
Hun hung up. Nineth in Broadway was across town. And Leo was in no shape to fight. He hadn't practiced for a week. 'Maybe a few antibiotics will help,' he thought.

Leo fumbled through the medicine cabinet, pulling out a thick canister of antibiotics and aspirin. He gulped them so quick he didn't have any time to swallow. He coughed as he ran to the Battleshell.

His brothers were in trouble. He was in no shape to fight. The chances of winning this would be a longshot, but his brothers needed him, and he would faithfully and honorably die trying to save them. But he wasn't going to die, and he was going to bring them all out, alive.
He promised himself that. He shook as he started the Battleshell. It was so - empty. Quiet.

About a half hour later, he pulled up at ninth and Broadway. It was a more quiet area, a lightpost lightbulb flickered until it gave way, leaving the street darkened and silenced.
Leo scurried out of the Battleshell, parking it a few blocks away from the building he suspected, which was obviously the building, it had a giant Foot symbol on it.

He coughed silently as he ran, the aspirin wasn't working, he had a giant headache.

He creaked he doors open silently, pulling out both of his katana. He stepped into the room.

Raph woke from consciousness first, his brothers laying unconscious beside him. He felt warm blood drip down his legs, a small gash in his thigh. His bicep was cut opened, dried blood surfaced on it.
Raphael observed Donatello first, his brother had nasty bruises from nearly being crushed to death by bricks. The bruises were black and blue, and a giant cut lay on his arm, close to his artery but missing it by inches. Raphael was thankful for that.
Then it was Michelangelo. Mikey fought his best, coming with the least on them. He had a small metal star sticking out of his shell, but it wasn't in deep, the slightest movement could've brought it out.
Mikey had a few bruises on his legs, and maybe a dislocated shoulder.

"Raphie?" Don asked, startling Raphael. "You alright bro?" Raph asked. "Yeah, just alright. I'm worried about Leo, Raph. He probably has no idea and can't fight all of the shoulders, espcially with his illness."
Hope was slim, but there was still hope. Leonardo would do anything - anything for them.

Mikey mumbled as he flung his head up, the metal star falling from his shell. "You alright bro?" Raphael asked. Mikey nodded, "Fine, but these bronze shackles totally don't clash with my bandana."
"Mikey, I would slap you if-"
"Raph, we need to keep our cool alright?" Don says. The metal cell they were put it was extremely cramped, they were shackled by their arms and legs to the wall. The shackled were tight, but it didn't cut off their circulation.
Don had noticed a opening in the wall, which was covered up by a thick chunk of wood covering every inch. Maybe that'd be useful for escape. But the cellroom was covered with heavy cinder blocks with sharp edges, that'd cut deep into the skin with a single touch.

About an hour later, of reasoning and short-term arguments of escaping, a loud noise came from outside the cell. Yelling.

A noise came from the cell next to theirs, the wooded opening on the wall Donatello saw opened made a fidgeting noise. It cracked open, and then struggedly opened all the way. A thick glass window had been behind the wood.
Donatello and Raphael left a sleeping Michelangelo on the warmest side of the room, which was in the corner. It was the best decision for what they saw next.

Leo.

Leonardo was being pushed into a room, bloodied and miserable. He coughed and coughed again, trying to regain breath. His green skin had went much lighter, he was getting worse.
"Leo!" Raph yelled. Leo was thrown into a corner, as a foot soldier came in with sticks - not just any sticks, similar to Donatello's bo staff, but much smaller and much thicker, almost as thick as a baseball bat.

They were not prepared for what went on next. The foot soldiers nodded as the sticks were passed out, as they beat Leonardo on every corner of his body. He laid on the floor, defenseless.
"No-No-LEO!" Raph yelled. "LEO!" Don yelled, banging at the thick window. Leo had run out of breath - not fully, but his breaths were scarce.

They Foot soldiers mindlessly beat him, until they were stopped by the movement of the hand gesturing for them to stop. "The master says no more than that. He'll get whats coming to him tomorrow."
The soldiers nodded as they left.

Raph countinued trying to beat the window. It was useless.

An Elite Guard came in, his weapon at hand. "Your deal is done Turtle. You get to spend the night with your brothers."

"Thank - you," Leo breathed.

Leo was thrown into the cell, next to his brothers. Blood had poured from his body onto the floor.

"Leo, you let them beat you so you can see us?" Don gasped. Leo nodded. "No, Leo, don't ever let them do that again, please bro," Raph pleaded.

Don and Raph clung to Leonardo tight. "Leo, you bonehead," Don whispered into his eldest brothers ear.

TBC