Hey!

So this one's a shorty, sorry about that, but I've been really busy.
Just the fact that I had the time to update amazes me.

Now I know I have other stories that needs an update, and I will,
but probably not before 2015. This one might end on stand by too, sorry guys!

So this one's at 82 reviews already, which is so cool, so please remember to review

"Donnie, we need your help!"
Casey yelled as he entered the living room.
He was panicking for some reason.
Donnie looked in his direction, eyes wide.

"For what? What happened?"

"It's Mikey, he's bleeding again!
The bathtub, it's full of blood!"

The last sentence send a shiver down his spine.
He shouldn't be bleeding, the IV was supposed to prevent it.

"Get him out of the tub and onto a blanket, carefully, and send him to me!"
Donnie ordered as he replaced the mask around Leo's mouth.
The blue clad turtle breathed in sharply,
as the mask delivered oxygen to his slime blocked lungs.

The genius then started clapping him on the chest,
trying to loosen some of the mucus in his lungs.

Donnie felt Leo's chest moving faster, a strange sound escaping his mouth,
like he tried to stop himself from coughing.
He continued the movement, determined to clear his brothers airways.

"Come on Leo, cooperate."

The turtle gave a sigh of relief as the oldest turtle started coughing.
Donnie removed the mask and turned him to his right side,
face facing the end of the couch.
He placed a pillow between his legs for comfort.
The genius then placed a hand over the lower left ribs and started vibrating.

He had made sure to place a bucket at the end of the couch,
which was a smart move as It didn't take long before the blue clad turtle
cough up piles of yellow mucus and blood.

The coughing fit was violent enough to trigger the gag reflex, making him hurl.
Normally vomiting would be a bad thing,
but in this case, it helped clearing the airways.

Donnie removed his hand and looked in the direction of the reopened bathroom door.
They were pulling the white blanket carefully, before placing it near Donnie.
The white cover was already covered in blood.

The purple clad turtle looked at his pale little brother.

"Looks like rectal bleeding, how much did he loose so far?"

"We don't know, but half a liter at least."

"He needs blood then, he won't survive if he keeps losing his own...
We have the same blood type, I might be able to make a blood transfusion, but it's risky.
Did you remember to grab a blood bag at the clinic?"

"I did, though only one..." April took up a bag and handed it to Donnie
who immediately placed the needle in one of his blood vessels.

"Careful Donnie!"

"It's alright April, I know what I'm doing.
This might take some minutes, make sure Mikey's comfortable until then."

April nodded and sat down beside the younger turtle.
She gently stroke his forehead as he gave out moans of discomfort.

"There, that should be enough.
Now I just need to insert the IV to his arm..."

He carefully pulled himself off the couch and onto the floor,
then placed the needle in his little brothers arm.

"From now on we aren't gonna move him.
Whatever is causing these bleeding's gets activated when he's moving."

"So what, we just leave him on the floor?" Casey asked.

"For now, yes.
Man, things would be that much easier if I could walk!
April, you got the time for shopping?"

She looked at him questioned, then remembered.

"Of course I do, but I'm gonna need Casey,
you think you can be on your own for an hour or two?"

"Yeah, no reason to worry, just make it quick."
He smiled at then as they changed into outerwear.

"If something happens, call us."
With that they left the genius behind.

"Okay Donnie, no reason to panic, they'll only be gone for a few hours,
it'll be fine, they're all stable, Leo is breathing, Mikey isn't loosing anymore blood,
Raph is still unconscious, but he isn't in the middle of an seizure, things are fine,
except the fact that I'm talking to myself again!

Guess it's my way of staying sane...

What am I gonna do about this? It's clearly Kraang's work,
meaning it's an alien infection,
I might need to investigate the TCRI building,
but my shells gotta heal first.
But what if it heals to slow, and the infection spreads too fast?

Then it's my fault they die... "

Donnie stroke Mikey's forehead.
It was quiet, and not in a good way,
as all he could here were faint coughing, wheezing,
moaning, and the sound of IV drops.

From outside was the sounds of police cars and
ambulances passing by every so often.

"Had we just been normal, then you all would be at a hospital by now,
and not in Aprils apartment. Not that there's anything wrong with it,
it's a nice apartment, but it's not a clinic,
and I'm not a doctor with a PHD.
all they have is me...

The genius who don't deserve that title.
I'm no genius, I don't know how to heal you.
I don't have a cure, only unanswered questions..."