Donatello sat at Leo's bedside, gently spooning him some warm soup. They had finally moved him from the shed into a more comfortable room. He had the window open and a fan going; Leo had been overheating recently. April and Casey were out shopping, Raph and Mikey were locked in a room together discussing God knows what, and Splinter was downstairs cleaning. Raph was still pissed off because he had thought moving Leo back into the house meant he could come visit. It hurt to say no, especially when he was in here with Leo almost 24/7, but he would rather they didn't see Leo like this. As it was, he had had a hard time keeping it together when he first lay his eyes on his older brother. His skin was greyish green, his lips were dry and cracked, and almost every part of his body was covered in either bandages or bruises. He was breathing, but it was labored, and his body was covered in a fine sheen of sweat. He had a fever, and there was obviously something internal, but that was all Donatello could discern without any tools. So he had given his list to April and helped Splinter move Leonardo back into the house. He pulled April aside before they left and told her that there were some supplies still in their lair that would be helpful if he got back. She said it was no problem and they would grab it while they were out. He thanked her, and from then til now, he had been sitting by Leo's bedside, tending to him and making sure he was comfortable. Splinter would show up periodically, but for the most part he was alone.

He was relieved that they had gotten both his father and Leo out of that shed. It had reeked of urine, sweat, blood and vomit. It was not healthy in there. At least now both of them were more comfortable.

He finished feeding Leo and placed the bowl on his bedside table. He grabbed a cool damp cloth and placed it over Leo's forehead. As he leaned back in his seat, watching over his older brother, he heard the van pull up. Splinter walked into the room and nodded.

"April and Casey are back. I will watch over Leonardo while you go and gather what you need."

Donatello nodded his thanks and slipped from the room and down the stairs. He was surprised to see that both Raph and Mikey had submerged themselves for more then just food and bathroom breaks. They barely spared him a glance, before turning back to April and Casey, who were busy unpacking a fairly large amount of groceries. Donnie greeted them with a small smile, which both returned.

"How's Leo?" Casey asked, tossing Donatello a yogurt cup, which said turtle took happily.

"His fever broke sometimes after you guys left, and his breathing is getting stronger. It's not going by fast by any means, but he's getting there. Did you get-"

"One step ahead of you," April cut in lightly, gesturing to a few large bags that were sitting on the ground beside the table, "We visited the lair like you asked too. Most of what you need is in the van still; Casey will help you pull it out. A lot of it we're going to need you to come down and sift through. A lot of it's really heavy and we didn't want to risk having it break on the trip."

Donatello nodded, grateful for Casey and April's help. Casey gestured for Donnie to follow him and the two headed towards the van. Casey opened the doors, and Donnie sighed with relief. A lot of his experiments and gear was still in tact; the foot had done a number, but not to his things as far as he could tell. That made him rather happy. One by one, Casey and Donnie brought things in, leaving them by the front door to transport what Leo needed later. A few of his beakers hadn't made it; they lay in shattered pieces at the bottom of the box, but he didn't care. His monitors, IV stands, and all things medical had made it safely. He had pretty much everything he needed, provided April and Casey had managed to pick up the rest of the supplies he had asked for. He didn't doubt that they did.

Once everything was inside, they sorted through and brought everything up to Leo's room.

"Do you want me to help you set things up?" Casey asked once everything was said and done.

Donatello simply shook his head. It wasn't that he didn't trust Casey, or he thought he was an idiot, but Donnie had built most of the machinery by himself, and he knew them inside out. He'd feel better if he were the one building it. Thankfully, Casey got the hint without offence, and squeezed the shorter's shoulder softly.

"If you need me or April, just call. And when you find out what's up with Leo, let us know, yeah?"

"Of course," Donnie mumbled, looking over at the nearly comatose turtle laying on the bed.

They stood there in silence for a moment, before Casey patted Donnie's shoulder and left. Letting out a deep sigh, he turned to the pile of crap in the far corner. He had some work to do, that was for sure.

Michelangelo lay beside a passed out Raphael, head resting on the olders' arm. They had been spending a lot more time together then usual. If that wasn't weird enough, they hadn't even had a small bicker in their whole time alone together. If anything, they were...calm and relaxed around each other. Mikey's crude and often terrible jokes made Raph laugh instead of smack him, and Raph actually took part in board games and other things with Mikey that before would have earned the orange masked turtle a chuff behind the head for even suggesting. Mikey liked it, but he knew that the only reason this was happening was because Leo was gone, Splinter was useless to even talk to, and Donatello was locked in Leo's room almost 24/7.

Leo.

Everyone had thought he was dead. Neither he or Donnie knew how Leo got that bad that quick. One minute, they were all fighting and kicking shell, and the next thing Mikey at least remembered, was Leo calling Raphael's name, a sickening shriek and a crunch, and Leo had fallen. Raphael refused to even talk about it, claiming he barely remembered anything during that fight. Mikey had a feeling Raph remembered what had happened, but decided to ignore it; it wasn't good, but Mikey knew better then to push it. After all, they only had each other here.

They couldn't even go and see their brother, for Christ's sake.

Unlike Raphael, Mikey understood why Donnie and Splinter were the only ones that were supposed to be in there. He was a little upset that he couldn't even glance in, but he knew better then to push it until Donnie or Splinter gave the go. Raph, however, was livid. When Leo was presumed dead, Raphael barely spoke to anyone. He locked himself in his room, silent, for days. But when the news came about that Leo WAS alive, and this had been kept from all of them, he refused to listen to reason. He raged, he broke the window in his room, and he chose to ignore everyone who had known about Leo. Even Donatello, who hadn't known, was being shunned by the hot head, simply because he was the only one level headed and skilled enough to figure out what was wrong with Leo. Raph hated anyone who got to see Leo, only talking to April and Mikey.

Mikey studied his brothers face. Raphael was snoozing peacefully for the moment, his eyes closed and mouth opened ever so slightly. His mask lay on the bedside table, untouched from when Donnie left it there a few hours ago. His chest rose and fell softly, and he looked...young. He looked like he was at ease for the first time in a long time. The events of the past month had weighed on all of them badly, but when it concerned Raphael...physically, Mikey was in the worst shape. His legs were still messed up (bone fracture on both of them), and his shell was still recovering. Mentally? All of them could agree that Raphael had taken the worst. The red masked man had always taken matters with Leonardo the hardest. They fought the worst, protected each other the strongest, and jumped at each others throats as quick as light. And whenever one of the two was in trouble, they were always the first to rush into battle to save them.

It was obvious, not just because of Mikey's relationship, that it wasn't just brotherly love that bound them together. It was something else, something deeper that neither had either noticed or come to terms with. It was painful to watch sometimes. Back at their home, whenever Leonardo was meditating, Raph would watch shamelessly. He'd stare at the blue masked male, studying him. Waiting. He watched Leonardo, watched his every move. At first, Mikey thought it was just because he was waiting for something, anything, to yell at Leo about. It seemed plausible what with how much they fought in the fist place. But as time went on, he noticed that it was more then that. He had a different expression in those moments then he did when they argued, or when he was annoyed. And that was when he noticed Leonardo was doing the same thing.

Leo was well aware of how Raphael studied him. It was painfully obvious, but the older never said anything or confronted the red male. And after a while, Mikey noticed that Leonardo was watching Raph too. While they were training, he'd watch Raphael. All of him. His eyes would wander, lingering on his arms, legs and, of course, his face. It made both Donnie and Mikey uncomfortable, and in those moments they either left or they tried to strike up a conversation to make it stop. It was in those moments that Mikey and Donnie's relationship really blossomed. Neither of their brothers really noticed or paid much attention, too wrapped up with each other and everything else. Splinter caught on to everything that went on with his family, and said nothing. He was letting things roll at their own pace; he was neither judgmental nor unaccepting of Donnie and Mikey's relationship. In fact, he seemed to be happy with it. He never said anything aloud, but he spared little looks of amusement whenever Mikey or Donnie slipped from each others rooms in the morning.

Mikey had no doubts that Splinter caught on to what was crackling between Raphael and Leonardo. The only difference was that Splinter treated it with a smidgen more caution, which he understood. One minute the two could be getting along just fine, and then next be trying to strangle each other. There were times where neither would speak for days, then they would suddenly be all friendly to each other and staring. Mikey didn't understand what was going on, but he found himself rooting them on.

Raphael snorted rather loudly in his sleep which shocked Mikey out of his thoughts. He suppressed a yawn and quietly slipped off of the bed and out of the room without waking his brother. As he he headed towards the bathroom, he heard soft muttering in Leo's room. He paused and pressed his ear against the wood door, quietly listening and trying to make out what was being said.

"-could be some internal bleeding, but I suspected as much. His heart beat is erratic, and I can already tell that there's some broken rib bones and pulled muscles. I can get the pain under control enough with the morphine to hopefully wake him up and keep him awake, but it's going to be a while before I can do that without harming his recovery."

Mikey's brow furrowed. So Donnie had already diagnosed Leo?

"Thank you, my son," came Splinter's soft voice, "Is there anything else?"

There was a pause before Donnie mumbled, "There's some head trauma, but nothing major. He'll definitely experience some memory loss; he's got a closed skull fracture."

Mikey's breath caught slightly; skull fracture didn't sound good.

"Thankfully, it's small and can heal by itself. His brain hasn't been effected at all, just knocked around a bit. He's going to be okay, but recovery is going to be seriously slow."

"Would it hurt if your brothers come in to visit?" Splinter asked softly. Mikey held his breath.

"I'd say hold off for another few days to let the morphine and fluids circulate. He's severely dehydrated, and we need to feed him a little more, but once that's dealt with it should be fine. Hey, he'd probably be awake by then."

Mikey heard Splinter sigh in relief, and he let out the breath he had been holding. So Leo was going to pull out just fine? He grinned. He needed to tell Raph!

Full bladder forgotten for the moment, he hurried back to the bedroom where Raph was just waking.

"DUDE," Mikey shouted, jumping onto the bed.

"Che," Raph grumbled, eyeing Mikey with slight annoyance, "What?"

"So I was gonna go to the bathroom, right? But I overheard Donnie talking to Splinter in Leo's room, and Leo's gonna be okay! He's got a few problems still, but Donnie can fix him right up and in a few days we can go see him!"

Raphael's expression was unreadable as Mikey spoke, and he remained silent for a few beats after Mikey was done talking. Mikey's smile slowly fell away, his excitement fading. This wasn't the reaction he had been expecting at all. Finally, Raph let out a sigh.

"At least he's okay."

Mikey paused, looking at Raph incredulously, "That's all you can say? That's seriously all you can say."

Raph shrugged, his eyes guarded as he eyed the younger, "What do you want me to say, hm? 'Ohmigod he's okay! Eeee!'" he growled, voice rising to a falsetto at the last bit.

Mikey sat back, staring at Raph and shaking his head. After a moment, Raphael shrugged and stood, stalking from the room. Mikey was silent, staring at the door his brother left through.

And just like that, it was back to the way it was between them.

April sat in the living room, sighing in frustration with her phone pressed to her ear. Their internet had been acting up and she had called their provider, Telus, to try and sort hings out. She had gotten a lady who spoke poor English and was insisting that their name, Jones, wasn't on file. She let out a frustrated sigh and repeated their address, phone number and name for the fourth time. There was a pause, and the lady still insisted that they weren't there. She let out an irritated sigh and hung up on the lady, growling about 'learning god damn English.' Casey walked into the living room, then paused, watching his fiancee warily. She looked seriously annoyed as she walked to the TV, smacking it twice.

"Hey, what's wrong babe?" he asked.

"This! The TV and internet aren't fucking working, and when I called Telus I got some bimbo that can't speak English who insisted that we weren't connected to them!"

Casey furrowed his brows carefully, "That's weird. I signed up a few weeks ago. Here, can I see the phone?"

April nodded and tossed it to him, crossing her arms and watching him with an unamused expression. Casey jotted in the office number and called, the call being picked up a few moments later. A young man was speaking to him, and within fifteen minutes things had been sorted out. They were on file, and they were going to sort things out right away. He thanked the guy and hung up, looking at April and shrugging in a, 'What can ya do' kinda way. April let out an annoyed noise and stalked into the kitchen, preparing lunch. As she pulled some veggies and spices out, she heard a voice behind her. Turning around, she saw Raphael standing in the doorway, watching her.

"Hey, Raph!" She said, somewhat surprised.

He grimaced in a way she supposed was to be a smile, so she took that way, "What's up?"

"Want some help?" He asked gruffly, gesturing to the dishes that were starting to pile up.

April, taken aback, said, "Please.. I was just making lunch."

Raphael nodded and headed towards the sink. Silence fell about as he washed the dishes and April cooked. The silence was tense to April, and she racked her brains, trying to think of something to say. As she pulled thawed chicken breasts from the fridge, she saw movement out of the corner of her eye. She turned and saw Raph...sweeping? She looked at the sink, where the clean dishes were already put away and the sink cleaned. He was now cleaning around her. She blinked, and shook her head, taking a package of Shake 'n' Bake out and prepping the chicken. After a moment, she said,

"Thanks for the help, Raph, but you really don't need to. You should go and rest up."

Raph scoffed, "I'm fine."

And that was the end of that conversation. April sighed softly and started chopping some veggies after putting the chicken in the oven. A few moments later, there was silence behind her. She turned and saw that she was alone in the kitchen, the floor swept and table cleared of garbage and clutter. She sighed and went back to cooking. Something was up with the turtles. Ever since they had gotten the news about Leo, which had taken her by surprise too, they were...off. Donnie was silent and reserved, Splinter was either out in the back yard meditating or in Leo's room, and Mikey and Raph were usually locked in their room together. Casey and April were usually the only ones downstairs moving around. She wanted to know what was up, but she knew better then to press. They had one hell of a situation on their hands, and she wasn't about to make things worse. She'd wait until they were comfortable.

Raphael sat on the roof of the cabin, staring off at the woodland around them. He looked at peace, but his mind was far from it. He sat cross legged, hands in his lap holding his mask. He hadn't put it on since Donnie had fixed it, and for some reason...he just didn't want to anymore. He looked down, staring at it. Multitudes of feelings rushed through him and he snarled, throwing the piece of fabric beside him and glaring off into the distance. His mind ran over everything that had happened recently, and started throbbing.

He knew that he wasn't being fair. He was alienating everyone for no good reason, and it was upsetting his family. And in this time especially, he should be doing the exact opposite. But it was a knee jerk reaction. He had so much on his plate right now that he couldn't make sense of on top of...other things, that he couldn't focus on anything. He needed to be alone, but he didn't want to be alone. God, he hated feeling like this. He was never good at...feeling.

Sighing, he lay on his back, hands clasped behind his head as he stared up at the sky. It was overcast and chilly, but it was a nice change from the stifling atmosphere inside that damned cabin. The few times he could escape onto the roof was the only times he was outside. The only time he could even begin to think clearly.

He missed New York city. He could barely sleep without the sound of the subway roaring over his head. He missed the polluted air, even, and most of all he missed his home. Mikey had said that once everyone was back up on their feet, Splinter had said that they were to return home and rebuild what the foot had destroyed. April had said they could camp out in their apartment; she barely used it anyways. She'd stop by occasionally to see how they were doing, but that was it. Raph scoffed. Leonardo was going to be out of action for a long time, and by the time that they even get close to that point, he doubted that they could fix it anyways. There had been explosions that took out their entire main living area, for fuckssake. How were they supposed to fix that up? Closing his eyes, he let the cool air roll over his body. It was refreshing, and as far as he knew, he was the only one that knew there was a roof access in the attic. All the better. He was alone and no one could come and bug him.

"Raph?"

Fuck.

Casey poked his head up on through the door. He sighed in relief when he saw Raph laying on the roof; he knew that the over grown turtle would be there.

"Food's ready."

Raph heard Casey slip away and let out an annoyed sigh. He wasn't really hungry and he didn't want to go back in there and deal with people. He took a deep breath and let it out slowly, before standing and reentering the house. As he climbed down the latter from the attic, he noticed that Leo's bedroom door was wide open. As he walked past, he heard voices downstairs, and no one in the room with Leo. They were all downstairs eating lunch. He glanced at the stairway, before making a split decision and walking into Leo's room.

The smell of medicine and the beeping of a heart monitor was the only sound in the silent room. Donnie really had some medical experience if he knew how to set these up, let alone build them by hand. He pursed his lips and slowly walked over to Leo's bed, his heart clenching painfully at the sight of his older brother. He was in worse shape then Raph had thought. His skin was a pale green, and his eyes were purpled. His breathing was shallow, and bruises littered his body. He still had quite a few bandages around him, and three IV's were hooked onto his arms.

Raph took a shaky breath, eyes wandering over his broken brother. Instinctively, he reached out and ghosted his fingers over Leo's limp hand, gaze floating down. Seeing Leo like this reminded him of when they were younger and Leonardo got sick. Leo was bedridden for two weeks, a problem fever taking over his head and body, sending him into a fevered fit. Splinter, thankfully, knew what to do due to some medical books he had found laying around the place and Leo recovered. But he was weak when he did, and like now, bruised. The sickness caused blood vessels to pop and made his body prone to developing rather large bruises.

Raph moved closer, slipping his fingers into Leo's limp grasp, squeezing softly. His eyes were wet, and a painful lump rose in his throat.

This was his fault.