It had been weeks, weeks since the incident. Mikey began to heal by progress every day, including his broken right leg. That didn't stop the nightmares from occurring, he relived them in his dreams.

"MIKEY!"

No, no, no, no… he couldn't be here again! The sky was dark, the feel of the cool midnight breeze. The heavy scent of blood wafting through the air. He could hear their screams, buzzing into his ears. Horrid screams, screams of terror, screams of pain. And yet, he was screaming too.

Pain had exploded, blood was everywhere. His throat constricted, he could feel his lungs being starved, and suffocating. Mikey could feel himself choking, followed by the crushing impact. Darkness overcame him, and light exploded into his eyes at the same time.

Mikey inhaled deeply, his eyes watering as he found himself back in his room. Another nightmare, of course he did. He would often dream of himself finding his brothers, but they were dead. Clenching his fist, Mikey pushed himself up as he nabbed his orange bandana. Tying it around his face, Mikey gazed at himself in his little mirror by his bedside. Come on, he could do this.

The turtle walked out from his room, dragging his casted leg along as he made his way into the kitchen to begin making breakfast. His arms were feeling better, they weren't so sore anymore. He felt completely normal, except for the cast. But April had said after weeks that his broken leg should be healed. It no longer hurt, and perhaps today would be the day that this cast could come off.

Finishing the eggs, Mikey smiled as he placed out several plates. April and Casey entered the kitchen, digging in as Mikey joined them.

"So, you ready for that thing to come off?" Casey questioned, pointing to the cast on Mikey's right leg. He set down his fork as April thanked the turtle for the delicious breakfast. Mikey's cooking was certainly a luxury.

"Heck yeah! I'm ready to let this baby go!" Mikey grinned excitedly. April nodded her head, pushing her plate aside. "Why don't the two of you go in the dojo. I'll put your dishes away."

"Sure thing, Red." Mikey let himself slip off his stool, allowing Casey to sling an arm around him as he guided him into the dojo. The redhead set the three dirty plates into the sink, before turning around to exit the kitchen.

Casey gently lowered Mikey to the dojo mat, the turtle laying out his cast along with his one good leg. April entered the dojo the two of them. kneeling down as they accessed Mikey's leg. April closed her eyes, placing a hand onto the cast as she used her psychic powers in order to get a clear image of his leg underneath, including the bone. She need to see whether or not the bone had fully healed.

"What's the update, Red?"

April opened her eyes, smiling softly. "The bone has completely healed. I sense not a single crack from his recent fissure."

"Aww yeah!" Mikey cheered, grinning cheekily.

"Finally," Casey sighed in relief.

"Okay, we need to gently pry his cast off," April instructed. The two teens, placing their hands at the top began to unwrap the splint. Mikey gazed down, watching as the cast was removed. His leg was now revealed, the skin new and wet from being not exposed.

"How does it feel?" April inquired, gazing at Mikey. The orange clad turtle moved it, bending it up as he slowly stood. Casey and April both watched cautiously as Mikey stumbled a bit.

"I'm okay, I'm okay," the turtle repeated, leaning weight onto his right leg. He slowly relaxed before twisting around and moving a bit. "Feels good as new!"

"You gotta soak it a bit in warm water for twenty minutes," Casey said, watching as Mikey continued to bend both legs, stretching himself. "Helps the skin on your leg."

"Wow," April placed both hands onto her hips. "Didn't know you knew that much, Jones."

"Trust me, I've broken enough bones to know." The black-haired boy turned towards the turtle. "Come on." Mikey obliged as the three of them entered his bathroom. April turned on the knob, plugging the drain to allow the tub to fill with warm water. Once full, Mikey allowed himself to slip him, soaking both legs, though he really only needed to soak his right one.

Mikey leaned back, closing his eyes as Casey and April sat down, leaning their backs against the bathroom wall.

"We should talk about our plan," April broke the silence. "You know, to rescue your brothers, Mikey." Mikey opened his eyes, turning his head to gaze at the two.

"So we know that the Purple Dragons kidnapped them," Casey replied. "Saw them drag your brothers away."

"And like you know, we could only manage to grab you Mikey," April said. "The others were gone before we knew it."

"If it was the Purple Dragons, we gotta figure out where they would've taken your brothers. Probably their new lair, since their old one was discovered."

"Chinatown," Mikey splashed his hand into the water. "That's where the Purple Dragons were from, and their old lair. The first time we encountered them at Murakami's noodle shop. Mmmmm, his pizza calzones are the best," Mikey drawled, drooling at the thought.

"Murakami?" Casey raised a brow. "Isn't that the blind guy?"

"Yeah, that's him," Mikey nodded his head. "Maybe we should ask him."

"Do you realize how crazy that sounds?" Casey gawked. "Asking a blind man where the Purple Dragon's new lair resides?"

"Actually, maybe Mikey's right," April piped up. "That blind man may know more than people expect."

"Great, so we gear up and head to Murakami's? Ask him and search the city?"

"It's an awesome plan, Casey," Mikey grinned, pushing himself out from the tub. Twenty minutes had already passed by. "And I will do anything it takes to rescue my brothers."

"Dry his leg with a towel, gently and don't rub too hard," Casey said, helping Mikey out from the tub. April grasped a soft towel, gently drying off the turtle's right leg. Once dried, she drained the tub of water as she turned to face Mikey.

"We start tomorrow," April said, walking out from the bathroom as Casey and Mikey followed. "You ready to do some training with that leg?" Mikey nodded his head, following April and Casey back into the dojo.

The turtle clenched his fist tightly. Tomorrow was the day. He was going to rescue his bros.

MEANWHILE

"You guys okay?" Leo questioned, gazing at his two brothers in their prison cells. There were bowls in their cages, filled with rice and sometimes scraps of meat. It wasn't much, but that was all they were fed for several weeks. Sometimes Hun would come out and torture them, before leaving them completely alone for several days. Guards would bring them bowls of meat and rice, including rice kernels, and bowls of water.

It was clear that Hun still wanted to keep them barely alive, still on his pursuit to capture the last turtle.

"Y-yeah…" Donnie winced, gazing at the fresh deep flash wound on his other thigh. His old cut still remained on his other leg, and his head still hurt. He used his purple bandana and wrist wraps to try to bandage his wounds as much as he possibly could. He helped Raph and Leo, through the bars of the cage to do the same for their cuts. Yet, whenever they heard the sounds of footsteps the three of them would take off their wrappings and bandanas, putting them into their original places. Leo suggested that they do this, so that Hun wouldn't think about ripping their wrappings and bandanas to shreds. "Do you think that Mikey is okay?"

"He has to be, he has to," Raph replied, leaning his cheek against the bars of his prison cell.

"I'm sure he will find us," Leo closed his eyes. "We have to trust him." The other two nodded their heads. Donnie shivered, rubbing his arms as he leaned his shell against the wall.

"He better hurry, I don't know how much longer we can survive this."