Leo jerked slightly at the sound of the door opening, blinking against the still too bright lights, and realizing that at some point he had passed out from exhaustion. His entire body ached, his head swam, and he fought against the nausea in his stomach.

"Sleep well, Leonardo?"

He frowned, trying to mask his weakness as he glared up at the women. He opened his mouth to demand where his brother was at, and why she hadn't brought him as was promised, but his throat was too dry and swollen; Instead of words, he let out a pathetic hoarse croak. He began coughing, eyes closing tight against the pain it brought in his chest and his throat.

"Well that doesn't sound good," the women mused, although clearly unconcerned. "You must be thirsty."

Leo heard the sound of a pale hitting the floor, and the soft sloshing sound of the water inside as it was scooted in front of him. He opened his eyes to see the bucket of water before him, and although he hated it, he couldn't stop the relief that flooded through him.

"Perhaps once you've had something to drink, we can speak."

His hands still bound behind his back, his only options for drinking the water was to lean forward and drink straight from the bucket as if he were a dog. He frowned, although this was not the first time he'd been given water in this manner, he had refused to drink any in front of her.

"Come now, lets not be stubborn."

With another glare toward the women he leaned forward, and with as much dignity and restraint as he could, he began to drink. The water was somewhat warm, tinged with the taste or rusty metal, but it was still the best thing he'd had in days. His mouth was cracked and dry, his throat almost swollen shut, and he had to fight the urge to gulp it all down at once. Not only would that make him sick, but he refused to let her see him behave in such a way.

He pulled back after a few moments, drinking just enough to sooth his throat but not his thirst.

"My brother," he rasped, glaring up at the women, and speaking again in a much clearer voice.

"Where is Michelangelo?"

She gave what was suppose to be a disarming smile.

"Lets not get upset now," She replied, "I simply thought you should be awake and presentable for the reunion, don't you agree?"

Leo frowned, suspicious.

"Although," She continued. "Your brother hasn't been very responsive himself."

Leo opened his mouth to demand an explanation, but the women cut him off, touching a hand to her ear piece.

"Bring him in."

Leo's attention went immediately to the door as only a few seconds later it came open. Two large male guards stepped into the room, faces expressionless, and between them...his brother. Michelangelo was limp, head dipped forward, arms held roughly by the two guards who kept him suspended between them.

"Mikey.."

Leo's voice was hushed, his breath stolen from him as several emotions fought to come forth at once. His brother...he was here. Leo had begun to think he would never see any of his family again, so he couldn't help a sense of relief that accompanied seeing his youngest brother. But more so he was worried...His brother was limp, unresponsive. Unconscious? How hurt was he? Worry and fear crashed like waves against each other, and almost made him feel ill all over again.

"I had hoped he would be awake by now," the women replied, walking toward the guards and his brother, "But head injuries can be tricky like that."

The women leaned down toward his brother, reaching a hand out to caress the top of Michelangelo's head.

"Poor thing."

Hot anger surged through Leo, his worry and fear momentarily forgotten.

"Don't touch him!"

The women did not acknowledge his outburst and moved her hand down to rest almost tenderly against Michelangelo's face.

"He gave us quite a fight when we found him; You would have been proud." she stroked his face. "All alone too. Such a shame."

"Get your hands off my brother!"

"He kept asking for you." she told him, in the same wistful tone. "Even after he lost the fight..as he lay bleeding on the ground..trying to get up. He called your name."

Leo shut his eyes tight, he didn't want to hear these terrible things but at the same time he couldn't help but listen. It hurt. Hurt more than anything they had ever done to him before.

"Let. Him. Go."

He hated the note of pleading in his voice.

The woman smiled to herself, pulling back and indicating with a small nod of her head to the two guards.

Without hesitation the two men took a few steps into the room and tossed their load to the ground. Michelangelo landed with a painful sounding thud just a couple feet from Leo, but did not stir or even make a sound. Ignoring Leo's shocked cry, the two guards simply turned to leave as if nothing had happened, the women following right after without any parting words, but a terrible smile on her face.