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Chapter 10

Donatello watched as Raphael shifted uncomfortably in his bed. His brother had woken up sometime after he had removed the needle from his heart. Katherine had been there the entire time, not even resting when Donatello himself had collapsed exhausted in the only other usable bedroom. He had gotten a few hours of sleep, and Katherine had told him when he woke up that Raphael had drifted off to sleep almost as soon as Donatello had left the room.

Donatello realized that Katherine was making sure that at least one of them would always be awake and alert in case Raphael suddenly suffered a medical emergency regarding his still fragile heart.

It was now ten days later and Katherine was in the kitchen making something for Raphael to eat. Food had been delivered to the island from the mainland and luckily for them, the kitchen had suffered no damage during the storm; though the mansion would be unable to be repaired until they were able to leave the island. When that event was going to take place, Donatello was unsure.

The plane was still under repair, something about a part that had been ordered being the wrong one, and now they were trying to get in the correct one in. Katherine said they would be lucky to get off the island within the next month, though Donny was hoping they weren't going to be stuck here that long. Katherine had managed to call her boss at the museum and she took a leave of absence for 'a family emergency.'

Katherine herself could have easily gotten a flight off the island by hiring a private jet. But because the employees would not be employed by her family, she did not trust them enough to follow orders regarding Raphael and himself. Katherine's flight employees were under strict orders to remain within the cockpit at all times and no flight attendants. They were also so well paid that even if they did catch a glimpse of them, they were sworn to secrecy. And Katherine's family paid too well and was too powerful for anyone to want to lose their job, or incur their wrath.

Donatello had attempted to call both Leonardo and Michelangelo to tell them that Raphael was on the road to recovery, but both of his brother's voicemails were full.

Katherine had tried to get in touch with Holly as well, but was unable to get through, only getting her cousin's voicemail. Katherine had told them that; knowing her cousin, she had probably left her phone at home.

"How are you feeling?" Donatello asked his brother quietly.

Raphael shifted his eyes away, not looking Donatello in the eyes. "Fine." He growled softly.

Donatello resisted the urge to pull his brother's head back towards him, forcing him to look him in the eye. "Raph." He growled back, frustrated with his brother's simple answer.

Raphael took a deep breath and winced slightly. "Chest still hurts and I'm tired." He finally grumbled, still not looking Donatello in the eye.

Donatello nodded. He wasn't that surprised. He expected Raphael to feel weak and his chest to hurt for a few days. But his brother's eyes looked good; his heart sounded okay; his skin colour was better, and he wasn't experiencing any dizziness or blackouts. It would still take Raphael a few weeks to fully recover from his ordeal, but knowing his brother, he would be pushing himself to get out of bed much sooner than he was physically ready.

"You done poking and prodding me yet?" Raphael grumbled.

"Yes, Raph." Donatello sighed as turned to leave the room.

"Donny?" Raphael questioned softly.

Donatello turned and looked at Raphael over his shoulder.

Raphael's eyes darted away. He opened his mouth to say something, and then seemed to change his mind, closing his mouth with a snap.

Donatello waited patiently, knowing his brother well enough to know he had something to say and would say it when he was ready.

"When can I get outta this bed?" Raphael finally asked. Donatello had a feeling that this wasn't the question he had originally wanted to ask, but Donatello let it go, and answered his brother's question anyway.

"You are allowed to get up for short periods of time, but nothing too strenuous until your plastron heals. I don't want your heart rate increasing with ANY strenuous activity." He stressed the word 'any' in case Raphael had any ideas about having sex with Katherine now that they were together again. Donatello ignored the sickening nausea that rolled through him at the thought of Raphael making love to Katherine. He unclenched his jaw and managed to continue. "At least not until I know the infection has completely cleared up." His voice was surprisingly steady. "But over this next week you should be able to get up and walk around a little more, but you have to take it easy. You almost died, Raph." Donatello's voice gentled as he momentarily relived the horror of believing his brother had died. He shuddered slightly at the horrific memory.

"Okay, Donny." Raphael nodded.

Donatello felt his eyes widen in shock at his brother's easy acquiescence. He turned fully towards his brother then, a frown crossing his face as he studied his brother's averted eyes.

"Raph…" He began, but was interrupted as Katherine walked into the room carrying a tray.

"Hey." Katherine said with a smile. She looked at Raphael, her eyes straying towards Donatello before refocusing on Raphael again. Donatello watched as she strode over and placed the tray over Raphael's lap. Katherine still looked too pale, and seemed to have dark circles beneath her eyes indicating that she was not sleeping nearly enough; though if he were honest with himself, he had been having problems sleeping as well. Too many of his dreams featured Katherine vanishing from his arms forever, waking him up in the middle of the night to a fresh round of heartbreak.

Donatello turned to leave Katherine to her ministrations, feeling like too much of a third wheel.

"I made you a sandwich too, Donatello." Katherine said as she held a plate out that she had picked up from Raphael's tray.

He was tempted to not take the plate and tell Katherine that he wasn't hungry -which he wasn't- but Katherine had gone to the trouble of making him the sandwich, and he had to get used to Katherine and Raphael being together again. He would be stuck seeing Raphael and Katherine together in close quarters until they got off the island, and then he would see them together less often, but still, they would be together. At home however, at least he could go and hide in his lab and pretend that he wasn't heartbroken; that seeing Katherine and Raphael together did not twist a metaphorical knife painfully into his heart.

"Donatello?" Katherine asked as he blinked realizing he had been staring at her, and had left her holding the plate in the air.

"Thank you." He said as he reached out and took the plate from Katherine's outstretched hand.

Katherine gave him a look that told him she knew his thoughts exactly. He turned away slightly as Katherine turned her attention back to Raphael. Katherine sat down carefully beside Raphael, not eating herself, but rather helping Raphael with his chunky soup and toast with butter.

"I'm not a baby." Raphael snarled pulling the offered spoon away from Katherine's helping fingers.

Katherine blinked in shock and Donatello had to bite his tongue, wanting to snap at his brother and defend Katherine, but it was no longer his right to do so.

Katherine grinned widely and chuckled softly. She leaned over and brushed her cheek along Raphael's own pale, hollow one. "Cranky. I'll take cranky. Cranky is good." She said as she gave Raphael a gentle kiss on the cheek.

Raphael looked over at Katherine, slightly surprised by her reaction. Raphael gave an irritated huff and dug into his food, but not before Donatello had caught the look of relief and love that had filled his brother's eyes.

Katherine's sandwich tasted like ashes in his mouth. He quickly shoved the rest of it down his throat and swallowed before he excused himself and escaped from the room.

Another week passed and Raphael was able to get up and walk around for longer stretches of time. He had nearly recovered, which was a huge relief. Of course this meant that the longer Donatello had forced Raphael to stay in bed and to only get up for short periods of time, the more angry and cranky Raphael became.

Donatello had been trying to patch up the roof of the mansion as best as he could. He didn't have a lot of materials to work with, but there was another storm moving through the area and he had wanted to make sure the mansion was as watertight as it could be before it hit.

Donatello wiped the sweat from his brow and climbed down the ladder, satisfied that the tree frond thatch and scrap wood he had used to repair the roof in Raphael's old bedroom -once he had finally removed the fallen tree- was sufficient to at least keep some of the water out.

"Thirsty?" Katherine's voice asked from his elbow.

He looked over at her in shock, but taking the proffered glass of water. His throat was parched and he was feeling slightly exhausted.

"I don't think it's good for even a mutant turtle to be out in this heat for too long, Donatello." She said to him, her voice tinged with slight worry and concern.

Donatello gave her a slight smirk. "Thanks, but I'm fine, and I'm done anyway." He said looking at the dark clouds forming in the distance.

Katherine followed his gaze and nodded. "Thank you, Donatello." She said earnestly.

Donatello looked Katherine in the eyes then. The need to clutch her close and devour her lips in a hungry kiss rose within him at her look of thankfulness, appreciation and soft love that filled her eyes. Donatello reached out with his free hand and brushed his thumb across her scarred cheek; a scar given to her by his brother, who he had just pushed Katherine back into the arms of.

He pulled his hand back as if burned. Even that slight touch was too painful for him to bear. He turned and walked away without another word.

He walked back into the house as fast as he could, and closed his eyes in shame. He knew exactly what he had just said to her, without using any words; because he had never needed words with Katherine. She had always been able to read him so easily; an open book to her intelligent and intuitive eyes.

He swallowed down the lump in his throat. He had just told Katherine that he loved her; and that he would always love her, and he wished that things were different, but knew that they weren't… and never could be.

Her look of thankfulness and soft love had changed to heartbreak and pain, but underneath those emotions, was a love for him that would never dim or waiver.

He had needed to get away from that look as fast as he could, before he did something even more reprehensible than dating his brother's ex-girlfriend; something like kissing his brother's girlfriend, and telling her with words that he loved her, instead of a mere longing, love filled look and aching touch.

Donatello opened the front door and entered the cool interior of the house. He took a few steps into the foyer and stopped. Donatello dragged in a ragged breath, wondering if this awful feeling festering in his gut and tearing his heart and very soul to shreds was what Raphael had to live with this past year that Donatello was dating Katherine; that heart wrenching need to have what you knew you could never have again.

Donatello felt tears spring to his eyes.

Suddenly pain exploded through his jaw as Donatello went sprawling onto the marble floor. Donatello looked up into the furious, amber eyes of his older brother.

"You bastard." Raphael snarled, glaring angrily down at him.

Donatello closed his eyes, hoping his older brother would just beat the crap out of him. At least then some of the agony he felt on the inside would be reflected on the outside.

Donatello opened his eyes when the next blow did not come. Raphael was rubbing his plastron right over his heart.

Donatello scrambled to his feet, concern and dread flooding through him as he worried that Raphael may have pushed himself too far.

"Raph, are you okay?" He asked anxiously, placing a light hand on Raphael's shoulder. Raphael shrugged off his gentle touch.

"I'm fine except for the fact that my brother is a bastard." Raphael ground out through clenched teeth, taking his hand away from his chest.

Donatello flinched at the harsh accusation, but did not deny it.

"I can't believe you would do this to me, Donny." Raphael accused, his amber eyes swimming with hurt and anger.

Donatello hung his head in shame, knowing that Raphael had obviously seen at least some of his interaction with Katherine; maybe even believed that Donatello had stepped over that line and kissed her.

"Or her." Raphael stated with a low hiss.

Donatello frowned and lifted his head up in confusion.

"Don't think I don't know what you did." Raphael growled, his hands clenched tightly at his side, knuckles turning white.

"I didn't do anything, Raph." He finally said, wanting to let his brother know that he would never cross the line with Katherine, except... he just had.

"Don't lie to me, Donny! You made Katherine tell me that she would be with me." He growled.

Donatello's eyes widened in shock. "What?" He asked in surprise.

"Don't try to play innocent with me, Donny; it doesn't look good on you." Raphael growled and took a threatening step towards him.

"Raph, I…" He began, but Raphael silenced him with a look.

"You still love her, and she still loves you, which means that you figured the only way for me to fight to live was to fight to be with her!" Raphael snarled. "So you gave her back! You probably told her that if she wanted to save my life, she would have to be with me again."

"It worked, didn't it?" He shot back, his own anger rising within him, not denying the accusation because it was the absolute truth.

Raphael flinched slightly, his eyes narrowing into angry slits of golden rage. Raphael pulled back his fist and let it fly at Donatello's face, this time, Donatello caught his brother's punch easily.

Raphael was still not fully recovered; couple that with his long and nearly fatal illness, and he was not even close to his normal fighting level.

Donatello squeezed Raphael's hand slightly, just to get his brother's attention. His brother winced a little, and ground his teeth together at his painfully obvious weakness.

"You already knew that her promise to you was to save your life, Raph." He told his brother, taking a step towards him.

"And you are the one who forced her to make that promise to me, because you knew that she would never just sit back and let me die!" Raphael accused angrily.

Donatello squeezed his brother's hand more tightly to emphasize his point. "And you know that Katherine would never promise something she could never give. She loves you, Raph." Donatello released his brother's hand and continued. "Believe me; I didn't have to twist her arm around for her to go to you. She loves me, but it's you she really loves. It was always you." He said bitterly. "You were right, I was just a replacement." Donatello turned away from his brother's shocked face.

"Bullshit." Raphael ground out.

Donatello stopped and looked at his brother over his shoulder.

"I've seen the way she looks at you, Donny." Raphael flexed the hand that Donatello had crushed slightly.

"Yeah, and I've seen the way she looks at you." Donatello shot back at his brother. Raphael glared at him slightly his eyes darting from side to side as if he was trying to figure out what to say next. Donatello saved him the trouble. "Doesn't matter, Raph, she chose you." Donatello turned his head and began walking away.

"Under duress." Raphael shot back at his retreating shell.

Donatello was surprised his brother even knew what 'duress' meant, but he supposed if Raphael had watched enough military movies or cop shows, he may have picked the meaning up.

"Are you two okay?" Katherine's voice interrupted. Donatello quickly turned and watched her walk fully into the foyer.

Raphael stopped flexing his hand and straightened a little, looking over at Katherine.

Fear rode down Donatello's spine, worried that Raphael was going to turn his anger towards Katherine. Instead Raphael reached out and gently pulled Katherine towards him. Katherine allowed Raphael to pull her into his arms.

"We're good, Kitten." Raphael's gravelly voice rumbled deeply.

Katherine looked nervously at Donatello before Raphael turned her head back towards himself. Raphael stroked a thumb across her scarred cheek, just as Donatello had done moments before, then he leaned down and kissed her, devouring her like she was everything; his whole world all wrapped up into one amazing, petite little package.

Donatello fought down his bitter, angry jealousy.

Raphael pulled away slightly his eyes shifting from Katherine –whose eyes were still partially closed- to Donatello, almost as if he was mocking him.

Donatello visibly flinched, and turned away quickly, walking towards the library.

It didn't matter. He thought to himself bitterly. Katherine had made her decision, and she was never going to regret her choice, or change her mind.

Michelangelo followed Leonardo into the lair. Every taunt line of his brother's body proclaimed his intense anger, all of which was directed at him.

"I'm sorry, okay, Leo." He apologized for what felt like the millionth time.

Leonardo rounded on him, his dark brown eyes narrowed into slits of pure fury. Michelangelo flinched back from the look. He was not used to having that look thrown his way. He had seen it when Leonardo and Raphael had their arguments, but never had this look been turned on him directly.

"I said I was sorry!" He protested. "I don't know what more you want me to say!"

Leonardo looked so angry that he didn't think his brother could even speak at the moment. Michelangelo could see his brother counting to ten, probably in different languages just to calm down enough to speak to him.

"Mikey, I'm tired. I just want to go to bed." Leonardo finally growled. "I just want to talk to Donny and Raph, and make sure Raph is okay before I go to bed."

"I know, but..." He began, but Leonardo cut him off.

"We were supposed to go camping for ten days Mikey. Ten. Instead, we've been gone for over a month!" Leonardo snarled. "After Holly went home we should have went with her, but no, you wanted to camp some more, and I was fine with that. We were having fun. I knew that Raph and Donny wouldn't be home for a few days, and wouldn't worry; especially when Holly said she would call Kitten when she got home and tell them that we were going to camp for longer, since our phones had no signal, and you broke hers." Leonardo took a deep breath and continued his rant. "But then you had to get us lost! Eventually our phones died, and we couldn't even call for help! We wandered around for two weeks before we found Holly's SUV. Then it took us two days to drive home!"

"We weren't lost for two weeks!" He defended. "Only a week, we just didn't know we were lost for the other week. And I've already said I was sorry for not charging my phone before we left. Besides you are the one who got angry and threw your phone into the bush and lost it, so don't blame me for that." He shot back. "And it isn't my fault your girlfriend dumped you." Michelangelo growled and instantly regretted his words at the hurt look on his brother's face. Michelangelo had thought that going camping, just the two of them, would help to take Leonardo's mind off of his break-up with Karai. He hadn't asked what had happened, waiting for Leonardo to tell him, but his brother had just said that things didn't work out. And even though Leonardo didn't appear to be overly heartbroken, sometimes it was hard to tell. Leonardo tended to bottle all of his emotions up, so Michelangelo had been treading very carefully. At least… he had been until the thoughtless comment he had just thrown back in his brother's face. "I- " He began to apologize, but Leonardo only held up a silencing hand.

"It's okay, Mikey, I'm sorry. This isn't your fault. I know you were just trying to make me feel better, but it's been a long month, and I've just had this bad feeling sitting in my gut that something's wrong. It was a long drive home, and I'm just really tired." Leonardo rubbed at his eyes with his fingers. "We are also going to have to find some way to get Holly's SUV back to her." Leonardo said tiredly.

"That's no problem, Holly said we could keep it as long as we wanted, and she wasn't even mad that I broke her phone." Michelangelo pointed out happily. "I should probably call her and tell her that we made it home safe though. And I am sure everything is fine." Michelangelo pointed out with a big smile.

Leonardo sighed. "You're probably right." Leonardo conceded, rubbing a hand across his plastron right over his stomach.

Michelangelo knew that Leonardo was worried, but his oldest brother was convinced that Raphael and Donatello had probably formed a search party, and had gone looking for them when they hadn't returned. Michelangelo didn't think that they would have, at least... he hoped not. And he and Leonardo would have called but finding a payphone in the middle of no-where was impossible.

Leonardo looked around and called out. "Raph, Donny, we're home!"

Michelangelo and Leonardo listened but only received silence in response.

"Maybe they went to Kitten's." Michelangelo suggested. It happened often, though he wasn't sure how that would work now that things were so strained between Donatello and Katherine. Michelangelo felt a twinge of guilt at having caused the rift between his brother and his girlfriend, and he could only hope that they had managed to work everything out.

Leonardo nodded in agreement. "Well hopefully they got Holly's message. They must be worried sick since we are nine days overdue."

They walked into the living room and then into the kitchen. The silence of the lair was oddly eerie and disturbing.

Leonardo walked over to the fridge and opened it. It was empty save for a jar of pickles, a bottle of mustard, and a box of baking soda. Michelangelo frowned.

Usually the fridge would be well stocked. Katherine made sure there was always healthy food in the fridge. She had a thing against them eating junk all the time.

"Mikey..." Leonardo began, closing the fridge door softly before striding from the kitchen, up the stairs, and into Raphael's bedroom. Michelangelo followed closely on his older brother's heels, stopping just outside of Raphael's bedroom. Clothes were scattered all over the floor, and it would be hard to tell if Raphael had used the room recently. "Raph's duffel bag isn't here." He said as he strode out of the room and into Donatello's bedroom, which was neater, but still had a messy quality to it. "Donny's gear isn't here either."

Michelangelo followed Leonardo out and back down the stairs and into the kitchen again. "They could still be at Kitten's or maybe they decided to stay on the island longer." Michelangelo ventured, his own gut beginning to clench with worry.

"Mikey, give me your phone." Leonardo ordered, dragging his phone charger out from one of the kitchen drawers.

Michelangelo reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone. He plugged it into the wall. It would of course take a few minutes to charge up enough to even use, and during this time Leonardo began a systematic sweep of the lair, looking for any sign that Donatello and Raphael had actually made it back to the lair.

Entering the kitchen and shaking his head negative at finding any sign of Raphael or Donatello, Leonardo snatched up the phone.

Michelangelo strode over and pulled the phone from Leonardo's grasp. He felt his eye ridges raise in surprise. "Sixty-three missed calls." He said looking at who had called.

"Sixty-three! Mikey, they must be worried sick about us!" His brother tried snatching his phone, but Michelangelo pulled his phone away.

"Donny's called a lot, but so has Holly." He said as he checked how many messages he had. "I have fifteen messages." He said in surprise.

"Your voicemail is full." Leonardo growled.

"Calm down, Leo, geez." Michelangelo held up his hand, called his voicemail and put in his password.

"Put it on speaker." Leonardo ordered.

Michelangelo glared at his brother. "There might be something private from Holly on here." He said pulling the phone away slightly.

"Mikey." Leonardo growled.

"Fine." Michelangelo capitulated as he placed it on speaker. The first three messages were from Donatello, but they were unable to clearly hear what he was saying, the static being too thick.

"I can't understand a thing Donny is saying." Michelangelo grumbled as the next message played.

"Mikey, I've been trying to get a hold of you guys. I've left messages on your phones. The storm is pretty bad and I think I'll be lucky if this get's through..." There was a slight pause. "Raph's gotten worse." There was a slight hitch in Donatello's voice as if he were trying to hold back tears. "He... I thought it was his liver at first but... I don't know what it is now, and he... just call me when you get this." Donatello's brisk voice said, and the call was abruptly ended.

Michelangelo felt a heavy ball of fear curl up in his stomach as an icy shiver of dread ran down his spine.

The next message played. "Hey Mikey..." There was a pause, Donatello's voice sounding broken and shaken. "If you heard about the storm, we're fine, the mansion was damaged but we are all okay. Katherine needed a few stitches..." Donatello paused again. "But we won't be coming home, the plane was damaged in the storm, and I don't know when we will be able to be picked up." Donatello paused, his voice sounding even shakier. "I... I didn't want to... to worry you... Raph's... He's not, not doing very well. He's been in a coma for... for four days, we... we're hoping he... that he wakes up soon. I really need to talk to you guys. Raph has Yellow Fever. I'm... I'm doing everything I can, but... Just call me when you get this."

Michelangelo swallowed down his horror. The hand that was holding the phone was shaking so badly that Leonardo took the phone from him, and placed it on the counter. He could feel tears stinging his eyes and black spots dancing before his vision. He looked over at Leonardo, who had paled, but seemed to be trying to hold himself together.

"I'm sure he's fine, Mikey." Leonardo whispered hoarsely, his voice shaking and trying to sound confident and calm, but he wasn't succeeding.

The next eight messages were from Holly telling them about the storm, the delay in the plane, another delay with the plane and then her worried calls when Michelangelo and Leonardo weren't home when they said they were supposed to be.

Michelangelo would normally have been happy that Holly was so concerned about him, and that she had called him so much. But at the moment, all he wanted to hear was more news about his sick brother. There was one more message and he actually prayed that it wasn't from Holly.

The next message began. There was silence at first and Michelangelo wondered if there wasn't going to be a message; then Donatello's heartbroken, sobbing voice finally spoke. "Mikey... God, I never wanted to tell you guys this way. I wanted... I wanted to... to be able to at least speak... speak to you… in person… but... I tried." Donatello choked out wretchedly. There was more broken sobbing before Donatello managed to collect himself enough to talk again. "He... Raph woke up, but... he tried fighting it, he did, but in the end he... he just couldn't... He won't make it through the night. He has a few hours left… maybe… if he's lucky. We... we'll cremate him here and we... he wants to be buried next to Master S-Splinter. Could you... could you tell... April and Casey what happened and... I'm so, so, sorry. I did… I-I did everything I could." Donatello stammered out before the message abruptly ended. There were no others, his voicemail had been full.

Michelangelo felt his legs give way as he slumped to the floor in shock. It wasn't true. He thought to himself. It just... it couldn't be true, Raph couldn't be... dead. He would know if a brother died; he would feel it. Wouldn't he? He wildly shook his head from side to side in denial. Tears streamed down his face as he sobbed uncontrollably, knees pulled up to his chest, arms hugging them tightly to his plastron. He shook uncontrollably, heart wrenching sobs coming from the very depths of his soul.

He felt strong arms surround him, quietly murmuring words that were trying to comfort him. But he knew there was no amount of comfort that could ever be able to console him.

"What... what... what do we do?" He managed to choke out between grief stricken sobs.

Leonardo pulled away slightly and Michelangelo looked into Leonardo' tear filled eyes. "We... we wait for Donny to bring our brother home, and we... we fulfill his last request to be buried next to our father."

"He can't be gone, Leo. He just can't be." He pleaded desperately.

"I… I know, Mikey." Leonardo sobbed out, trying to wipe away his tears, and hug Michelangelo at the same time.

"I'm sorry, Leo. I'm sorry… you were… right. There… was something… something wrong. And-"

"Oh, God, Donny." Leonardo suddenly interrupted, scrambling for the phone. He reached up and pulled it down from the counter.

Michelangelo felt a renewed wave of grief wash over him, this time, it was tinged with guilt. While they had been out having fun, Donatello had been fighting to save Raphael's life, then watch as Raphael died right in front of him, and then he had to deal with Raphael's body, all on his own save for Katherine.

"Katherine." He whispered wretchedly.

Michelangelo knew Katherine loved Raphael, and he wasn't exactly sure in what way she had loved his hot-headed brother… but regardless, she had to watch him slowly die right in front of her.

They shared a horrified look, and Leonardo's shaky fingers dialled Donatello's cell. They both waited in mournful silence, the occasional sniff and choked out whimper breaking the grief filled silence, as Donatello's voicemail kicked in.

Leonardo hung up without leaving a message. "I'll try again later." He whispered wretchedly. "You... you'd better call Holly and... and tell her that we... we are safe."

Michelangelo managed a small, miserable nod.

"I... I'll call April and… and Casey." Leonardo whispered despondantly.

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Mikey and Leo think Raph's dead, oh the angst!

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