Just got home from somewhere, pretty tired, but decided to update, as it was already written.

I don't own TMNT

"The kraang has arrived with the liquid known as, the cure."

April looked at the door, then down at her T-phone. The exit wasn't that far from their current location, only a couple of halls away. She took a deep breath and thought up an answer. "Good, Kraang is what is known as proud of you. Kraang orders Kraang to close his eyes and enter, as Kraang do not wish for Kraang to see him."

The alien did so and slowly entered, holding a large ooze canister filled with purple liquid. April pulled it out of his hands for then pulling out the brain and throw it at the wall. Casey looked astonished "Woah, is it dead? Nice going Red!"

She shrugged, not too sure whether they were out for good or not. April lay the canister in his backpack, and with that they left the room and started running towards the exit. No alarms had been triggered, which made the mission go smoothly.

"Okay, we're almost there, just about half a mile more and-"

She was interrupted by her phone vibrating in her hand, showing Donnie's number. She answered with a frown as they started running down the stairs. "Donnie? Why are you calling? We're almost out!"

"And you didn't run into any troubles right? No one's following you?"

"No, no one's following us, we managed to fight the ones who saw us."

"Good, then please hurry, leatherhead should be waiting for you outside."

"And you're at the hideout already? Is the guys doing okay?"

"Well... The're hooked to a couple of machines, and Leo's got an endotracheal tube down his throat to help him breathe. They're stable, but we don't know for how long."

"Got it! Don't worry, we're at the end of the last hall now, we'll be there as fast as possible. See you soon sweety." April hung up as they pushed the heavy metal doors, barely having the strength needed when it suddenly swung open. April gasped and almost fell into the huge mutant now standing in front of them.

...

The genius turtle let down the phone, relieved to hear that April and Casey got out of the building without getting captured or worse, killed. He let it down and looked around the warehouse. There were some rusty boats and small ships, which made sense as the hideout was close to a harbor. It may be abandoned, but it didn't fail to creep him out a little. kurtzman told him it would only be temporary, that they were looking for somewhere better, yet hadn't been able to find anything yet. The good thing about the place was the space, as it was almost empty, except for some furniture and the med bay they were sitting in at the moment. They made sure to keep it clean as well, and despite the rusty walls and smell of oil, it wasn't that bad. His brothers even had a bed each, the sheets cleaner than the ones they had in the lair. They hadn't been cleaning much lately, and it made him think of all the plates in the kitchen sink still waiting to be cleaned, and the trash cans that were too full to tie a knot around. There would be flies everywhere by now...

He got pulled out of his thoughts with a sudden when Dr. Rockwell called his name.

"Donatello, your younger brother's body is in an exceedingly bad shape, I cannot promise the outcomes." The monkey-man frowned as he examined the trembling turtle. The bloody rash was now covering most of his body, and the left arm was of deep concern. His arm was bleeding from the damaged blood vessels while the skin tissue was rotting.

"What are you trying to tell me? Is he... Are we... Out of time?"

He shook his head. "No, but there will be severe consequences. As you already know, the infections death rate is high, the fact they've been alive for this long can be considered a mutant miracle. I am not sure you are aware of just how much this will affect you and your family, not only now, but many months, maybe even years to come."

"But, we'll have the cure soon, so there's nothing to fear, right? They'll be okay?"

"No, this will be a long process of intensive care, they will not be able to get up from their beds for many weeks, and when they're healthy enough to get up and walk around, they may not know how to use their body probably anymore. I am sorry to deliver such sad news to you, but they are as fragile as newborn babies, and will need help to do even the simplest things."

"So... They'll forget how to fight as well?"

"I am not saying they'll forget it, they will simply not have the strength or coordination needed for it. They may get their strength back, but there's no promises. Their lives as ninjas might be over."

Don sighed sadly as they covered the turtle in a thick blanket.

"Now, Donatello, I am still awaiting your permission to amputate Michelangelo's infected arm."

"I... I can't let you do this, I can't see him missing it, it's wrong!"

"Severe damage is already done, it is not possible to save it, and he is in no condition to make this decision himself. You are the only conscious family member, so you have to chose."

"Still, even if he can't use it, it would still be there..."

"I know it may be hard for you, I understand your distress, but is it really worth it to let him suffer? To see the arm slowly rot away, till only bones remain? Is that what you want your brother to see when he wakes up? Let him have the experience of seeing his arm fall off by itself?"

Donnie looked at Mikey, thinking it over. He hated seeing him in pain, and if cutting off an arm would help him get better, then he wouldn't be the one to stand in the way. He carefully stroke a glove covered finger over his brothers damaged arm, noticing the frown that followed. His arm wasn't green anymore, the cute freckled covered limp was nothing but an infected wound screaming to get removed. He felt his eyes getting watery once again as he pictured his brother waking up with a missing arm.

"I..." He hesitated, his tongue knotting as he tried to form a proper sentence " I give my permission for the amputation."

I know it was short, but I'm sooo busy, and I haven't had the time to make them much longer. R&R.