The first thing that surprised Leo when he was discharged the next day (even though he was still very sick) was the bill. When he woke up, it was all like, 'Oh, hey you're awake! You're totally fine even if you've got a temperature of forty degrees, a clogged nose, and a constant migraine. Here's the freakishly expensive and overcharged bill. Have a nice day!'

The next thing that surprised him was the fact that Hope, her little brother's best friend that he was afraid to even talk to back in the day, had paid his hospital bill. In addition to that, she had reported about the hospital to the local and international government. You know why a they did? Nothing. Wonderful society! Hope then insisted that they report it to the Earth Protection Force, since Leo's family was a close friend of theirs and her father was a very influential man, but Leo didn't want to cause any more trouble than Hope already had.

The third thing that surprised him was how heavy his nightpack was. Karai thought that he was gonna be confined for a few days (but obviously not), and brought a bag of essentials to the hospital. Karai couldn't carry it, not because she didn't want to or can't, but Leo was pretty insistent of carrying his own stuff. Therefore, he did.

The last thing that surprised him was when he got home and was about to unpack his bag, he was greeted by a snoring ten-point-sixty-nine kilogram turtle snoring in his the midst of essentials.

XxXxX

Mikey woke up on a soft bed. He liked soft beds. He missed soft beds. He used to sleep on soft beds all the time… Wait… was Leo supposed to be a soft bed?

Mikey's eyes fluttered open. The blur of orange interior seemed a little suspicious since the last place he'd seen that much of that color was in his…

Mikey shot up in his bed as he noticed that something just wasn't right…

"MIKEY!"

Mikey nearly jumped out his shell when Raphael burst into the room in tears. Next thing he knew, his big, tough Raphie was hugging him and sobbing like a baby.

"You're real, you're actually real…" he murmured. He muttered a bunch of other incoherent things into Mikey's shell, but the little turtles was too focused on remember how to breathe in Raph's grasp.

"Um, Raph," Karai called from the door, "By the way you're squeezing him, he might die again."

"Oh right, um, sorry!" His big brother stammered nervously, backing away. Mikey greedily took in any air that came close to him (don't tell him, but spirits don't need to breathe air). After returning to his normal shade of green, Raph gave him another hug. "I'm just glad you're alive." It might've been that sudden intake of air, but it seemed liked Raphael had been crying rivers into his shell, but based off the damp puddle of sheets beneath him, it might've gone on for a while.

"Hey, Raphie, are you okay?"

Raph nodded into his shoulder, still cradling the little turtle in his arms, afraid that his little brother would go missing if he let go. "I'm fine, Mikey," he sniffed. He pushed Mikey to arms' length to look at those big, baby blue eyes. "In fact, I'm better than fine. Now that you're here," he whispered as he hugged the solid spirit again.