(A/N: I am impressed with how many people love it. I am hoping to stop the curse of sequels! Because if you haven't noticed, sequels are always worse than the first story. So I am trying to match the first… Or even rise above it. I hope I can. I'll try. Help me do this! Well… Here is a new chapter… Written by… Me, but in Leo's POV. Enjoy it! [Alsoo... This chapter isn't much longer than the first, but WHATEVER! Gosh!)

Dear Mike,

Did you know what happened to Raph last night? It might seem pretty familiar to you… He was jumped by the foot. He came home, laid out on the couch, wrote a letter, and promptly passed out. Guess who found him? Me. Again. Just like I found you.

But something went differently.

I must have hit a jackpot or something… But I was having stomach pains so I went to get some water in the night. I found him unconscious in a pool of his own blood. The first thing I did before having too much reaction was to check his pulse.

You know what?

He still had a heart beat. I woke Don and we worked on him the best we could. Then we waited. And waited. Now it is the night after and he has shown no sign of life. Don says he might be in a coma. He said there are only two things that could explain what Raph is doing: 1) That he could be in a coma and possibly a vegetable. 2) He could be going down the path way to death.

I really hope it is the first option. Even if he never wakes up… Wouldn't it be nice to know he is alive? I'm not sure… I mean, wouldn't it be better for his body and me if he died instead of being a vegetable? I mean, he wouldn't suffer or anything, and he would be with you… I don't even know what I'm talking about. Of course, I haven't known what I was talking about ever since you left…

Well, I better take my shift of watching over Raph. Love you Michelangelo.

Love,

Leonardo.


Dear Mike,

Two days has flown by so fast. You know, the yesterday I thought Raph moved his head. I gasped and held my breath. But he didn't move again. So now I know not to trust notions like that. That he might actually wake up soon. Because he won't. And I need to get that hope out of my head.

Isn't it funny how I always had hope for everything else, but when it comes to my own family, no hope matters to me? I think it is strange. I mean, is it because my family is personal and everything else is not?

I hate how I don't even understand myself anymore! I say one thing, then my mind questions me. I have been doing things that are completely out of character and I just have lost my own self completely. I realized this (Half-ly) when you passed. But I completely realize with Raph being out of the picture. With all of these realizations, it makes me believe that most of reason I was the way I was was because of Raph. I managed to keep the whole family in line, but I had to use my younger brother to keep myself in line… Isn't that just sad?

I am sitting next to him right now. It's almost like he is dead, but the beeping of the heart rate monitor reminds me that he is indeed living.

Well… I better set down the pen so I don't use up your time in turtle heaven by making you read my long letters. Love you, Michelangelo.

Love,

Leonardo.