"You've got to be kidding me."

Leo looked down at the tray in his hands frowning. "Oh come on, it can't be that bad."

"Okay, the toast is only slightly burnt, but what I think is hash browns is still frozen on one side and black on the other. I don't even want to know how you managed that." Don's voice was filled with dry amusement.

Leo sighed. "Right." He looked up with a small smile. "I'll be back with cereal." He turned and headed back towards the kitchen, tray in hand.

Don shook his head, grinning. Just about the only thing Leo was absolutely atrocious at was cooking. Fortunately Don was okay, and Mikey was phenomenal. Raph was just a bit worse than Don, mainly because he didn't like waiting for food to cook and always set everything on 'high' burning just about everything.

Don stepped inside Mikey's room and watched as Mikey and Raph talked. Or, Mikey talked and Raph nodded, or grunted every so often to show he was still listening. Three day's since he had woken up and his condition had improved even more. His focus was still off the wall, and his memories still confused him quite a bit but he was more like normal Mikey than he had been in over a week.

Mikey spotted him from the bed and he broke into a wide grin. "Hey Donnie!"

The purple ninja took a seat in the chair on the other side of Mikey's bed. "Good morning Mikey. Headache gone yet?"

Mikey shook his head quickly. "No, it's still there a little. Not as bad though!" Don nodded and glanced at Raph. The red was leaning back in his chair, and at Don's gaze, gave a jerky headshake. Don looked back to Mikey who was yammering on quickly about the dream he had last night.

"-and it was like huge! Purple too! Its eyes were red and all glowy like. It was really freaky 'cause it was talking to me, saying something about how it was my fault that it was dressed in a giant elf costume. And I was like 'What? It's not my fault!' and he was like 'Yes it was! Now you must pay!' and so I was like 'Pay what?!' and he was like 'You must Pay!' and I was like 'Dude, you already said that' and he was like-"

"Mikey"

The orange one blinked for a second. "Yeah?"

Don picked up a chart sitting on the end of the bed and looked pointedly at it. Mikey grinned sheepishly. "I was bored! What am I supposed to do when you wont let me out of here? I mean, a turtles got to do something, they cant just sit here and do nothing all day. Well, maybe Leo could. He would probably just meditate or something, so that doesn't really count I guess. Master Splinter could probably, but he's not a turtle so that doesn't really count either I guess. Leatherhead may-"

"Mikey!"

Mikey pouted lightly at being cut off for a second time. "Yeeees, Donnie?"

"If you were bored you could have just asked for some paper." The purple one stared down at his medical charts now filled with rather good doodles of super hero's, something that looked like the monster in Mikey's dream, and a cartoon version of a sleeping Raph with a snot bubble. Don couldn't smother a snort of laughter when he saw the last one.

Mikey grinned. "Raphie was asleep when I woke up earlier."

Don glanced at Raph and saw he wasn't denying it. "Well, in any case, I'll get you some of your comics or something so you wont be as bored." The orange one positively beamed and probably would have glomped Don if Raph hadn't put a restraining hand on his shoulder. Don stood and looked at Raph nodding his head towards the door. "I'm going to talk to Raph outside real quick, okay Mikey?"

Mikey frowned and nodded before grabbing the charts Don had set back on the bed. He grabbed the pen and started to doodle along the margine. Don sighed but headed out the door. He turned to Raph as soon as he was sure Mikey wouldn't be able to hear them. "You fell asleep on watch?"

Raph crossed his arms. "Only for like a' hour. Was tired from practice this mornin'."

Don messaged his temples and glared lightly at Raph. "If you were tired one of us could have taken your post."

The red scowled. "Well, its not like I fell asleep on purpose ya' know."

"Look, all I'm saying is Mikey isn't out of the woods yet and I don't want there to be a chance he could have a seizure and no one-"

"I know that! I know that Mikey still ain't completely healed. I know, we hav' ta' keep a' eye on-"

"Well, you don't seem to be taking it very seriously. Something could have happened and you wouldn't have known because you were asleep. Do you even care-"

"Shut your mouth Don! If I didn't care why would I be here?!"

"That's a good question! Why are you here? You don't seem to give a rat's ass about any of us so why-" Don cut himself off, a hand over his mouth and his eye's wide with surprise at what he had just said. He knew Raph cared about them; he knew he would give his own life for any one of them.

Raph's eyes were steely, his entire body trembling. His knuckles were white from the strain he was putting them under. He didn't say anything as he turned and walked down the hall into his room. There was silence for a few moments before a monument us crash could be heard coming from Raph's room.

Don stood, face as white as it could get leaning against the wall. He didn't notice he was holding his breath until his vision started to darken from lack of air. He slid down the hall and gasped for breath. How could he have said that?! Raph cared about them as much as any of them did. How could he say that Raph didn't care?

He became aware of Mikey's voice calling from his bedroom. The purple one stood and composed himself as much as possible before walking shakily into the orange's room. Mikey was sitting up, a confused look on his face. His sheets were thrown back and his legs hung over the side of the bed. "Donnie?" His voice was small and confused. "You okay?"

Don wordlessly nodded. He sat down in the chair next to the bed and sighed. "Yeah, I'm fine Mikey. Me and Raph just got into a bit of an argument." Mikey frowned but didn't say anything. Instead he leaned forward and rapped his arms around tightly Dons neck and rested his head on his older brother plastron. Don sat stunned for a moment before he put his arms around Mikey's shell tightly, his head resting on top of Mikey's as he suppressed the tears that wanted to come out. All the emotions from the last week flooded him as he held his little brother.

The fear that he would loose his little brother, the anger that he couldn't find the one who did this, the frustration, the doubt, the sadness, the hatred.

His little brother was alive, and that's all that mattered right then. He would apologize to Raph later, after he cooled down. They could get through this, together.

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AN: The end was majorly crappy. Leo never came back with cereal... I wanted a little Don and Mikey fluff; they weren't in the last chapter much. Raph just kinda ended up in there somehow. I like writing from his POV for some reason.

I am SO sorry this is late. The power got knocked out last night for a few hours so I couldn't really write it last night. I'll update either tonight or tomorrow morning depending on how long the nap I'm about to take will last.

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