Aw man, sorry for taking this much time guys, but I tarted in college and its hell. Not only that but it's taking a lot of my time. I've been sick with a fever, and decided to write as I finally got an opportunity to do it. Once again a short chapter, cause I like them short, also makes it much easier to handle.

I don't own tmnt

Aprils POV

It was close to midnight when me and Casey entered the mighty mutanimals hideout. The lights were dimmed, and in front of us was three metal beds where two of them was occupied. Slowly I moved forward, noticing the hospital screens that divided the turtles from the rest of the dusty warehouse. Where was Mikey? Why wasn't he laying in bed like his brothers? I went to Leos bed and Casey to Raphs. Why was no one keeping an eye on them? Where was everyone?

I slowly moved my hand to Leos plastron, noticing the shallow breathing. His face displayed obvious discomfort as he fought to keep on breathing. The machine helped a lot though. His pale skin was covered in a thin layer of sweat, and a few feeble whimpers was the only proof of him being conscious. I took his clammy hand in mine and carefully squeezed it.

"Leo? Can you hear me? Is something troubling you?" What a stupid question, of cause there was. I mentally face palmed for asking something that stupid. I felt my eyes widened when he squeezed back weakly.

"We got the cure, all we need now is someone with medical experience to look at it, then they'll give it to you and-" My sentence was cut short as the oldest turtle, the one laying in front of me, went into a violent couching fit, mucus rising from his lungs and into the endotracheal tube, quickly blocking it and making it impossible to breathe.

"Oh god! Donnie! Someone, help!" I yelled in panic as I watched Leos lips slowly turning blue, his hands rushing to his mouth trying to pull the tube out.

Leatherhead was by his side in a matter of seconds, carefully pulling it out. "April, there should be a clean tube in the third cupboard, second drawer. Please hurry." I nodded and rushed off, hands shaking as I opened said drawer, looking for the right one. I looked back, noticing that leatherhead had moved the leader to lay on his side, head leaned over the edge as he coughed mucus and blood into a bucket.

My vision was getting blurry from the panic, the huge mutants voice calling for me to hurry. I shook my head, trying to get my vision back, and as soon as it was I hurried to grab the tube and headed back to the bed. I handed it over, and as soon as the couching stopped Leo got rolled back onto bed, the clean tube carefully replacing the blocked one. Leatherhead sighed in relief as the machine helped him breathe once again.

"We'll have to replace it with a trach tube soon, it will make this much easier to handle."

I nodded sadly and looked over to see Casey sitting on Raphaels bed, repeatedly removing the turtles hands from his mouth. He was apparently biting himself for reasons unknown. The mutated crocodile looked in their direction as well, smiling sadly. To see Casey this caring and careful was almost weird, yet nice to see that side of him.

"No Raphie, please stop biting yourself, you might actually bite through the skin." He tried to reason with him, but he didn't seem to listen as his hands rose once again.

"Can't we restrict him?" He asked as he pinned his hands to the bed.

"I do not think that is smart, if he undergoes another seizure and his hands are tied down, he may risk hurting his wrists. It is simply not an option."

Casey sighed, feeling useless as he let go, and I couldn't blame him. I turned my head back to leatherhead.

"Where's everyone? Where's Donnie and Rockwell?"

"Not far. They are performing surgery in the room over there." He pointed towards a door in the other end of the warehouse.

"Surgery? Who's under the knife?" Casey asked worried. I sighed and looked away from the door.

"It's Mikey, isn't it? That's why he isn't here." He nodded and looked down, hand stroking Leos arm.

"Yes. He is getting his arm amputated. Apparently it was too infected and had to be removed."

I gasped and held my breath, trying to get over the shocking news. Mikey, the baby of the family, the master of the nunchucks and pizza making, would soon be losing an arm? No, he was lying, this couldn't be true.

As on cue the door opened, and out rolled a young unconscious ninja lying on a rolling bed. The short limp, only consisting of an upper arm now, was covered in bandages already soaked in blood. I frowned as Rockwell pushed him closer. Donnie was the one closing the door, leaving the place in dim light once again. He rolled the wheelchair slowly, only to stop in his tracks halfway. I looked at the youngest as he now lay in between Leos bed and Raphs. He didn't look pained, actually, if I didn't know better I would say he was sleeping peacefully. No doubt he was heavily drugged.

I looked towards Don once again, noticing he hadn't moved at all. Was he alright? I handed Rockwell the cure, then stood up and moved towards him. I sat down beside him, a hand on his thigh. He was looking down, tears slowly running down his cheeks.

"Donnie, how do you feel?" He sniffed, a tear falling on my hand. "You look tired, you should rest a bit." At that he looked up at me, mask soaked in salty water. I rubbed the tears away with my thumps, trying to send a warm smile. He rubbed his cheek against my hand, taking in the comfort I was trying to give.

"We got the cure, things are going to be better from now on. The doctor is going to analyze it, and hopefully be able to make more, you know, to save New York once again."

At that he smiled weakly. "We always do, don't we?"

"Yeah... Want a hug? It's not much but-" I got cut short once again as he pulled me into a tight hug, head resting on my shoulder as he sobbed silently. "Ssshhh, it's okay, I'm here" I assured, rubbing the back of his head, mouth close to his ear as I whispered soothing words. He needed something good to happen, and he needed it soon. He was breaking, if not already broken.

Casey's POV

We all looked at the needle as the monkey stung Leo in the arm. He squirmed like a worm getting cut in half, body seizing up just like Raphs did a few minutes ago. He tried to yell up, tried to push us away, but it was no use. His neck went stiff, eyes rolling backwards as the cramping slowly died down. He was then quiet, unconscious, just like the others. He was still twitching now and then, but the worst part was finally over.

I looked at Red sitting beside Donnie, who finally agreed to lay down. The poor dude was exhausted, yet couldn't seem to find rest at all. He blinked rapidly, forcing his eyes to stay open, not daring to close them.
She looked back at me, that same glued on smile as she tightened Donnies hand.

"What a mess huh?" I spoke up to break the silence, only to be glared at. "What?

Everyone shook their heads in reunion. "Count on Casey to break the silence." Don chuckled, eyes closing.

"Well sorry for trying to lighten the mood, it's not like Mike is awake to do it." I regretted saying that when their eyes sadly fell to the ground. "But he'll wake up soon! Nothing to worry about" Okay, I wasn't helping at all at this point. "Sorry..."

"We should install the trach tube for Leo while we have the chance." The huge crocodile spoke soon after while looking through a drawer.

"Yes, there is no reason to wait any longer." The monkey agreed, and soon Leo was gone for surgery.

This was going to be a long night... I sighed and leaned back in the chair, silence between us once again as we waited.

And waited, and waited some more...

Warning; might be slow to update again, but I'll try and find time. Reviews are highly appreciated.