SAINW-verse
012. Blood
There was plenty of blood in the horror movies Michaelangelo loved to watch so much. Too much, honestly. There was always a huge arterial spray - spurts of pressurized air through plastic tubing sending fountains of eye-catching gore spattering everywhere. Mikey told him once it was usually laundry detergent or corn syrup mixed with red dye. He would always laugh, and add something philosophical like "Sick, dude!"
It wasn't like that in real life.
Blood was a precious, finite resource, and it really didn't take much to be too much.
Leo grunted as tied the tourniquet tightly around the stump of Mikey's arm. He cried out against the pain.
"Shh!" he hissed, fiercely, darting his eyes back to the battlefield, "Shut up! Here."
He whipped his mask off his head with one hand and pressed it into Mikey's mouth.
"Bite," he said. He grabbed a stick off the ground, placed it in the knot of the tourniquet and began to twist.
His stomach flipped as Mikey began to howl into his bandana, tears streaming down his face, leaving tracks of green in the blood spatter. He kicked his legs in involuntary protest, his one remaining fist banging repeatedly on the ground in agony. Leo remorselessly kept it up until he was sure he'd stopped the worst of the bleeding, and then tied off his work. It'd have to do. Donnie could -
He gasped, held his breath.
He and Raph could patch it up more thoroughly later.
Mikey turned his head weakly, blanching as he regarded the oozing stump that used to be his arm.
"Shick dude," he mumbled, around a mouthful of Leo's mask.
Leo took his head in both hands, and pressed his forehead to Mikey's.
"Don't look," he whispered.
