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Takes place when turtles are 5.

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Leo woke up early in the morning. He always did wake up early, around six. Leo knew that, because he had a little watch that Donny managed to fix for him in his room. But right now, the watch indicated that it was three in the morning.

It had been two days since him coughing up blood, but his head kept hurting and his muscles ached more since then.

Splinter didn't know. He was still busy with his brothers. They were getting better, but still not completely fine. They needed to stay in bed, and that took all of his and Splinter's energy to do so.

So, Splinter spent his days looking after his brothers and searching for food. It was winter, nearing Christmas, so the humans had this annoying habit of searching for presents then. And it was near impossible to find food.

Leo sat up in bed. His chest hurt so bad. Leo bit back a groan. His head was panging. And add to all that, it was so cold! Suddenly, Leo began to cough. He quickly turned and buried his head into the pillow to muffle it.

After a few minutes, Leo sat up. His throat was sore now. Looking down onto the pillow, he bit back a groan. The pillow cover was red again. But this time, the cover had a small puddle of red in its center.

Leo winced. He suddenly had a hard time breathing. His chest still hurt. It hurt to breathe.

Leo lay down beside his pillow, before beginning to cough again.

Leo lay on his bed, shivering. It was six o'clock. He had been up for a good three hours, coughing up blood and shivering and in pain.

Luckily, the chest pain began to fade, and his head ache became better too. But the muscle ache and shivering refused to subside. His throat was also raw from all the coughing.

And he still didn't know what to do with the pillow cases that were now bloody.

Leo groaned. He had to get up.

Leo sat on top of the counter, waiting for the soup to be ready. Splinter had asked him to cook lunch.

Leo would have right now loved to run into the bathroom and vomit everything in his stomach up. The smell, look, and hell, even the mention of food made him nauseous. But Leo held himself back.

The chest pain, head pain, and occasionally, the shortness of breath, had all returned in full blast.

Leo sighed.

Splinter watched his son from the shadows. Leonardo was not aware that he was there. Splinter frowned. That was unlike Leonardo.

Leonardo was always the student who always knew that there was someone there. That training, and his ability to track/find others instantly always aided him in this.

But Leonardo seemed distracted by something. Splinter knew.

He had woken up in the morning, because he had felt that one of his sons needed him. But when he checked his younger sons, they were fine. Splinter had paused in front of his eldest son's room, listening for any unusual sound, but he had heard none.

Yet he couldn't shake off the feeling that something was wrong.

Splinter frowned before backing out of the room silently. He then turned and walked towards his eldest son's room.

Splinter knew that this was not right. He respected his son's privacy, but this was too important. He had a feeling that Leonardo was hiding something.

Splinter opened the door. He looked around the room. Everything was in order, unlike his other sons' rooms, but Splinter wrinkled his nose.

The room stank of blood!

Splinter felt his fur bristle. But despite his fears, he went in and sniffed around the room. Finally, he stopped by the bed.

The bed was were the smell of blood was strongest.

Splinter slowly felt under the bed, before feeling something. He dragged it out and his eyes widened.

There were two pillow covers, but they were covered with blood.

Splinter sighed, before feeling tears well up in his eyes. "Oh, Leonardo...my son..."

Leo sat on the counter, swinging his legs. He was bored. The pain right now had subsided again, but Leo knew that it would be back.

Suddenly, pain exploded in his chest. Leo almost cried out, but managed to hold it back. But dizziness accompanied the pain, and Leo swayed.

Leo grabbed the nearest thing in order to try and steady himself. But unluckily, that was the pot of soup, and it tipped over.

Leo fell down, hitting the floor hard. But after him fell the boiling pot of soup. It hit the ground next to him, but the boiling liquid splashed all over him.

Leo didn't even get a chance to cry out. Darkness quickly took him into its hold as soon as he hit the ground.

Oh well. That's that.