Hello! :D LATE FRECKING WHY OMG I'M SORRY DX Y'know, this would be acceptable if I posted these huge-ass chapters, like there are some people who won't update for weeks, but they have, like, 12,000 words PER CHAPTER! I'm taking like 6-7 days to give you these tiny-ass chapters that are nothing!

Leo's hands were unrelenting against Michelangelo's neck, tightening, in fact. Mikey was struggling weakly, but darkness was encasing his vision and he knew he'd pass out quickly.

April and Casey walked in from putting the cups (and cup remnants) in the kitchen, and April nearly dropped the bandages for Leo's feet. Casey ran over and grabbed Leo's arms. Leo hardly seemed to notice, glazed-over eyes focusing solely through Mikey.

Casey finally ripped Leo away from the orange-clad turtle, throwing him away from Mikey, giving the wall a crack and April a broken lamp. She didn't notice, though, as she went to check on Mikey, who's throat was bruising badly already. Leo got up as Casey grabbed the nearest object to protect his wife and friend, which was a shard from the lamp.

"Don'... hurt 'im..." Mikey rasped out as April shushed him.

The only sound in the room was Leo's heavy, uneven breathing was the only thing that broke the tense silence in the room as his unseeing eyes surveyed through each of them. None would be able to predict when he would attack.

He lunged at Casey.

The blue-man didn't react fast enough and was tackled to the ground. He stared up at Leo's blank blue eyes as they stared right past him. Leo had no idea what he was doing, the man realized. That drug Karai had put in him was affecting him in more ways than one.

"Leo..." he whispered quietly, and the blue-clad turtle pushed him harder against the floor by his shoulders, snarl deepening. "Leo, this ain't you. We're yer friends. Mike's yer bro. The drug inside'a you is doin' this ta you."

Leo's blank eyes widened a fraction. Then they narrowed. Casey gulped.

"We didn't hurt you, Leo," a voice rasped from across the room. Leo's head snapped in the direction of Mikey and April. Mikey had spoken. "We didn't hurt you. You're safe. Just please... don't hurt anyone..."

April shushed him once more. There was no permanent damage to her friend's throat, but he shouldn't strain it too much for about 3 days.

Leonardo looked down at Casey again, and the man closed his eyes, waiting for the pain to come.

It didn't.

Instead, Leo collapsed on the floor next to him, ragged breathing evening out as his eyes closed. April came over carefully and checked his pulse; he was fine, but unconscious. She gave this information to her husband and friend.

"O...K..." Mikey rasped once more. "In that case... I'm getting some water..."

"No, I'll get you some water. YOU are going to sit down and CASEY is going to call the guys and tell them to bring the Battle Shell so that we can get Leo home," April ordered, going into 'mother-hen mode', as the turtles and Casey liked to call it.

"Yes, ma'am!" Casey immediately responded. He didn't get anything good at night if he ignored that tone. (sorry I had to XD) He rushed to his Shell Cell, as he couldn't call the guys with a normal phone.

"Hey, Case. What up?" Raph's voice asked fro the other line.

"Can ya bring da Battle Shell ova here so we can get Leo back ta da Lair?"

"Man, I'm sorry, Case. Don's been fixin' it up an' he said that no matta WHAT, we can't touch it fer two weeks."

Casey blew out his nose. "M'K. I'll tell Ape."

"Sorry, man."

"It's fine." Casey hung up and went back to the living room, where Mikey was drinking warm honey, a natural remedy for a sore throat. It'd probably work a little better than water.

"Well?" April asked from where she'd lugged Leo onto the couch.

"I'd'a helped wit' dat," Casey said.

"Well?" April probed again.

"Don's fixin' da van, so we can't use it fer a couple'a weeks. We'll prob'ly have ta wait for Leo ta wake up'er somethin'. None'a us can carry 'im home, an' Mikey's hurt."

April groaned. "Nice.

Raph walked into the Lair, holding his not-early-as-damaged-as-Mikey's-but-not-perfect throat with one hand and rubbing the back of his head with the other, as it'd impacted the rooftop pretty good. Don, who had been pacing in the living room, ran over and practically dragged the hothead to the infirmary, setting him on a cot and getting his medical supplies. "So, what happened?"

"Leo wan't in his right mind an' attacked me, an' den Mike brought 'im ta April's and Casey's place. Said they needed the Battle Shell ta get 'im back, fer some reason."

Don sighed. "Of course."

Mikey looked at his unconscious brother. Leo's breathing was even, but ragged, and occasionally he shifted, something he didn't often do while sleeping. Michelangelo sighed. He'd heard April and Casey's conversation, and he was not happy in the slightest.

What he was worried about mos, though, was...

How would they fix Leo?

It seemed he got worse instead of better with every passing day.

Leo's breathing started to quicken, almost too quick for Mikey to catch, but he knew it meant that Leo was waking up. "Leo..." he rasped. The mute turtle looked at his brother, then away in shame. Mikey huffed. Of course, THIS time Leo knew what had happened. "Leo..." he tried again. Leo looked once more, a heart-breaking expression on his tortured face. "Leo... You have to let us... get... that drug... out of you..."

Leo's eyes filled with tears, but he nodded.

And for the first time in a while, it almost seemed that things would be OK.

I AM FINALLY DONE WITH THIS. OH MY GOD WHY DID I TAKE THIS LONG TO UPDATE. I AM SORRY. PLEASE REVIEW. MY POLL IS CLOSED; I AM DOING A FROZEN AU. :D BYE!

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