It took Don a while to respond to the blinking light on his computer. Just a few seconds more! There. The microchip smoothly slid into place officially fixing Mikey's phone . . . for the umpteenth time. Traditionally Don would take this time to prepare a lecture for his younger brother, but the blinking light finally caught his attention.
Bursting from the lab, Don searched for his brothers. Mikey was easy to find; he was still playing his video game. "Mikey, come on. Leo's in trouble."
"Just a sec, bro! Let me get to a saving point!"
Annoyed, Don allowed his voice to raise in pitch as he sarcastically gibed. "Oh, no problem Mikey. I'll just kindly ask Leo not to die while you save your game!"
Startled Mikey paused his game. "Geesh, you really think it's that serious?"
Quietly Don responded, "I don't know, but Leo doesn't ask for help often. Especially not when he specifically leaves to cool down."
"Alright, bro. Whatever you say. I'll head out and you get Raph?" Don could hear Mikey laying on the charm with the last bit.
"Still too scared to go near him, huh?"
Don concealed a chuckle as his brother struck a dramatic pose. "You know what they say, bro. When you anger the beast, hide for a while."
"Mikey, that's not a quote from anything."
Mikey just smiled. "Whatever you say, bro. I'll just wait by the door." Then he moved off with a cheeky grin.
Don shook his head, and moved toward the dojo. Had to start looking for Raph somewhere. Turned out that was a good guess, and Raph was still beating his heart out of the punching bag. "Come on Raph. Leo needs help. He activating his tracker."
Raph growled. "Our oh mighty leader doesn't need anyone for anything. Let him be Donny."
Don felt his patience wane. "Raph! Get your head out of your shell and get out here. You know Leo wouldn't ask for help if he didn't need it. He's probably in deep trouble! You know how much trouble he's been in with Karai lately. We can't just abandon him ou . . ." Don stopped suddenly as Raph launched one of his sai toward his brother with a snarl. Even though it stuck in the wall dangerously close to his head, Don didn't flinch.
Officially out of patience, Done snapped. "Fine! Throw your tantrum. But if we end up being back a dead body, I'm blaming you. You're the one that drove him out alone in the first place." With that, he quickly turned desperately trying not to see the horror on his brother's face as he stalked out.
He didn't even bother to explain to Mikey, just grabbing his arm and pulling him over the turnstiles.
Leo staggered as he crashed into something . . . again. At this rate, the Foot would find him and finish him off. Something was definitely wrong with his shoulder wound, and his bet was on poison. Nothing Don couldn't fix of course. If that numbskull would ever show up. In the meantime, he was having trouble with his vision and had lost feeling in his arm. Judging by how many times he'd run into things, his balance must be pretty messed up too. He'd better risk the noise and call someone. It's not like he hadn't made enough noise already. If the Foot or Kraang were still after him, they probably would have found him by now.
Hand reaching into his belt, Leo got a sinking feeling in his stomach. His phone wasn't there. He must have dropped it in one of the falls. So no contacting help.
Taking a calming breath, Leo began to strategize. Alright. He was alright. If he could just focus his eyesight enough to get his bearings, he could probably make it home alone. Then another fear struck him. The phone. What if it wasn't shattered? What if it got picked up by the foot or the Kraang? Or a more immediate threat, what if his brothers tracked his phone to the fight on the rooftop and got overwhelmed?
Leo began running with a new determination. He had to get home. Home before they left, which was unlikely, or home in time to send someone to bring them back. Never mind his wounds or the poison. Those could be taken care of later. A lucky break later, Leo made out a land mark and dove toward the manhole cover. He might just make it.