Ch.3 Depressed?
The turtles searched for hours, but they never found him. It was difficult to search, there was so much debris and ruble in the dark murky water. Don felt like he was swimming in soup. The water was so think and inky that he couldn't see very well, not even with his high tech under water flashlights.
Around 11:30 PM Michelangelo gave up and went home. Of course Raph called him a quitter and some other colorful names that Don won't name. Miley just said "whatever", turned, and left. Donatello eventually had to give up, 'first because it was 2:00 AM and they had been searching for hours. And second, because he had to go check on Mikey' the purple masked turtle explained. Raph cursed at Donnie too but he ignored it.
The genius turtle walked into the lair, glanced around, when he didn't see Mikey, He went to the dojo. 'maybe he's beating on the punching bag' that was a habit he had picked up from hanging out with Raphael. He walked in but didn't see him. He wandered around the lair looking for him 'till he came to the only place he hadn't searched yet. Leo's room.
Sure enough, Mike was asleep on Leo's bed, lying in a puddle. His mask was damp and his nose was running. He was curled into a ball and holding onto Leo's pillow for dear life. The young one was murmuring in his sleep. " 'm 'ry.. 'm 'ry 'eo" he slurred. It was hard to understand him, but Don had a pretty good guess.
Donnie let Mikey sleep. 'its been a long, hard day' he thought. Don glanced around the room until his eyes came to rest on a bag sitting on the ground next to Leo's meditation mat. It had a few of Leo's things in it, 'a tooth brush, his favorite tea mug, extra masks, a picture of the family with April and Casey, and.. Antidepressants? Why are these in here? Was Leo... Depressed? That can't be he was always so happy. At least he seemed happy... Why does he have all his stuff in this bag?' then it hit Donatello, he was planning to run away, but he ended up killing himself. He thought he was going to barf, he had to get out of there.
He ran to his room and fell into his swivel chair. Don swiped all papers, projects, and tools off the desk and onto the floor. He placed his arms on the desk and laid his head down on them. Donnie couldn't hold it back anymore, he began to cry, he thought he might never stop. He suddenly felt a chill. "why are you crying Don?" he jumped, tense at first, then relaxed. "God, I'm so tired, 'm imagining voices" he muttered to himself. But he thought of Leo again and that brought him back to the uncontrollable tears pouring out if his eyes like before.
He felt a hand rest lightly on his shoulder. "Don, it's alright, I'm right here. Now please tell me why your crying"
Donatello knew that voice anywhere. He turned around to look at the owner of the gentle and caring, but concerned voice. Donatello gasped, his puffy eyes widening, "Leo!"