Luke tore a long strip of gauze to staunch what was still bleeding of the gash, and hurried to turn off all the other lights in the apartment besides the back bedroom, as was his custom when he had "guests". Then he went back to Raphael and started pulling equipment out of the closet so he would be ready to go the second Donatello arrived. He kept a couple of spare medical pieces in his apartment for an emergency like this one - only he'd never actually needed it for one of them until now.
Truthfully he was incredibly nervous about the entire situation, and not just for fact that their security was threatened as long as the turtles stayed in his apartment. He wasn't stocked or well prepared with medication or a blood supply of any kind, and his own set-up here was no substitute for Donatello's Lab.
With a deep breath he pushed aside emotion, and started trying to address the most urgent of Raphael's needs.
At the same time, he could hear the rain picking up outside with driving force, and sighed heavily. He wished Donnie didn't have to be out in this at all, but he certainly couldn't leave Raphael by himself. He could have tried to take him underground on his own, but Raphael had already dragged himself probably much farther than he should have, and he wasn't comfortable with the thought of moving him much more.
He'd reached the point where he needed to get some new water for cleaning. With a lingering glance at Raphael he crossed the doorway into the hall, just in time to hear a distinct click that only signified one thing - his front door had just been unlocked. His thought went immediately to Donnie, but the guys didn't have keys for the front, just the balcony. Silently he closed Raphael's door, and stole into his own room. Heart racing, he swiftly went to the closet safe, and checked the magazines in a 9mm. - the weapon he'd purchased the day he moved in. Under normal circumstances he didn't really think he would ever have had the guts to threaten someone with it (let alone shoot them), but the prospect of an intruder finding Raphael suddenly emboldened him.
Holding his breath, he walked very quietly toward the living area, where he could see a figure on his couch, his back facing him. The stranger was attempting to log into a laptop that Luke had left sitting on the coffee table earlier that day. As an act of sheer will, he brought the gun to bear, pressing the barrel suddenly to the man's head.
"Get up!" Luke ordered.
The man was clearly startled, and didn't dare move at once.
"Up! I said GET UP!" Luke insisted, "Hands where I can see them!"
"Luke, don't shoot. Don't shoot - it's me." A familiar voice trembled, and it was Luke's turn to be shocked.
He yanked off the doctor's hat and swore at him. "Marcus? I don't believe this! Start moving - NOW!"
The man stood stock still, hands still raised. "Luke, I'm sorry. I'm sorry. Will you put that thing down please?"
"No Marcus, I don't think I will. You clearly know your way in - so now I suggest you give me back that key, and leave the same way."
"Luke, just listen to me, okay? I know it was wrong, I know that, but I–"
"This is not a heart to heart Marcus! You have ten seconds to get out that door."
"Luke we have to talk! I came here because I'm worried about you! You said you were leaving town so–"
"You thought you'd take up residence? I'm counting now. Ten."
"I know something isn't right with you - I just want to help!"
"The only thing not right in this picture is YOU. Nine."
"C'mon Luke, you're not going to shoot me."
"I'm so messed up you had to break into my apartment. No telling WHAT I might do. Eight!"
Marcus opened his mouth to protest again, but no sound came out. His expression changed to one of pure shock, as Luke sensed someone behind him.
"Doc?" The creature/thing/alien wavered softly, and Luke turned in time to see Raphael stumble. He reacted instantly, barely catching him before he hit the floor. His eyes were dazed, expression utterly vacant. "Doc....where..."
"Shh. Don't talk Raph." Luke urged, and his friend went completely limp in his arms. With a cry of frustration, Luke struggled under his weight. "How didn't I know I couldn't leave you alone for five minutes?" He grunted. Luke jerked with surprise as Marcus came on his other side and helped get him back upright. Luke shot him the most dangerous glare yet - but it was too late. The "cat", metaphorically speaking, was out of the bag.
"Where to?" Marcus asked.
"Back bedroom." Luke said under severe duress from being so angry. Carefully they carried him back down the hall to bed, and Luke immediately had to begin applying pressure from the damage Raphael had done in his jaunt. His friend moaned in pain at his touch, but didn't open his eyes.
"Sorry Raph." Luke said gently, but didn't lessen the pressure.
"I can see I made a huge mistake Luke. I can just–"
"Oh no you don't! You're not going anywhere now!" Luke interrupted. "You're going to stay put, until I figure out what the heck I'm going to do!" He applied a little more gauze for the temporary fix, and glanced down as his phone buzzed. Donnie.
"Hey Don." He said rather unhappily.
"I'm almost there Doc - is Raph stable?"
"It's hard to say, I haven't gotten to do a whole lot yet. I had an uninvited guest."
"Say what?"
"A doctor from St. Josephs' broke in to my apartment...he already saw Raph."
"We're exposed? Are you guys in trouble?"
"I'm in control for the moment, but I don't know what to do with him. Just get here, okay? I don't think it matters if he sees you at this point...and I kind of need you."
"I'll be there soon - just hang on."
