Hey look, having yet another sick family member to care for gives me enough inspiration to write another chapter and update only a week later! Also, lets agree, turtles in space are awesome! Okay, lets not get distracted and stay focused on this story and not space fic ideas ^^'

I don't own TMNT

It's now 8AM in the morning and two hours since Leo went back to sleep. We had to remove the blanket as he complained about the heat, but as soon as we did he started trembling, so we pulled it over him again, ignoring his further complaining. He would wake up occasionally to cough or sneeze, one of us would clean his nose and he would fall back asleep.

But after a specially bad fit of coughing Leo didn't go back to sleep and instead whined loudly to then curl up in the fetal position with his face hidden in the sheets and arms wrapped around his chest. He barely dared breathing after that and gave short gasps for every inhale of air he took. Dr. Rockwell took him into the other room to take an x-ray of his lungs. When they got back out he handed me an x-ray picture that proved a severe infection in both right and left lung, and the cough had managed to bruise a few ribs. We placed an ice bag on the injured part of his chest and now waited for him to go back to sleep.

Raph almost woke up a few minutes ago and mumbled something as he turned in bed, yet fell silent again soon after.

I was finally starting to calm my nerves when I heard a whine and turned my head to see Mikey shift in bed, trying to lay on his bad side. He frowned in discomfort and I had a feeling of what that reason might be.

He was waking up, I could tell by the way his eyelids flickered. I stood up, a crutch in each hand and limped my way from my oldest bothers bed to my youngest. I stood beside him as he opened his eyes and looked up at me, blue eyes filled with horror as he tried and failed to find and move his missing limp.

"Donny, what..? I can't find my arm..."

"Mikey... There's, something I have to tell you... "

He stared at me in worry as I sat down on the edge of the bed and placed a hand on his shoulder.

"It was badly infected... I tried, we tried, but we couldn't save it... It had to be removed, I'm so sorry..."

I did my best to tell him the awful news as calmly and collected as I possibly could without making my voice tremble too much, fighting back the guilt that made huge knots in my stomach as I saw his reaction.

"...Oh..." That was it, that was all Mikey said as he forced himself to sit up, then looked at his right hand resting in his lap as his face went pale and his eyes blank. He tried moving the upper part of his arm that was covered in thick bandages, but found it impossible as it was heavily anesthetized to make sure he wouldn't feel the pain.

"Mikey... Please look at me..."

My brother didn't share any eye contact with me, he didn't cry, he wasn't mad, he was just, there, looking at his upper arm. He bend forward with a feeble groan, mouth staying open as he looked like he was about to get really sick again. I hurried to grab a barf bag from a drawer in the nearby table, then placed it at his mouth. It didn't take long before he threw up bile and slime, giving the bag a few centimeters of stomach content before he fainted and fell backwards onto the bed, eyes partly open and white as his pupils hid in his eyelids. The shock and the dizziness of waking up to the news of missing a part of himself had been too much for him... My poor baby brother looked dead...

"What happened?" April asked as she sat down on the bed beside me and looked at Mikey.

"He fainted. He found out about his arm and fell unconscious again."

April sighed sadly and placed a hand on my shoulder. "We're all here to support him, he'll get better and find a way to live with it, but he'll need time."

I nodded and stroke his forehead, noticing a rising fever. I told April to get a wet rag as I pulled the blanket off of him to give him some much needed air. She came back a few minutes later and placed the rag on his forehead.

In the meantime Slash had come out of hiding, and he looked... Almost normal. A bit confused, but that was about it. Good thing the infection didn't have enough time to give him anything chronic.

He and Casey were standing at Raphs bed, listening to his feeble sleep mumbling. It was rather relaxing, that faint sound of my brothers voice. If the situation had been different, I would have smiled at his sleep talking.

Casey suddenly jumped back when Raph sat up with a sudden, hands hugging his aching head. He gave a loud painful groan as he bend forward.

"Raphael, what is wrong?!" Slash asked worried as he placed a hand on each shoulder, trying to get eye contact with him. He gave a hiss and clenched a fist to then hit his right temple in a failed attempt to punch his head hard enough to make the pain go away. It made him cry out loud as his vision got weird, as if one eye stopped functioning and anything he looked at was only partly there. I know this cause he reached out for Casey who was quick to stand by his side again, but missed by a few centimeters. His arm movements were unnatural as if he had troubles using them correctly, and it was starting to worry me. His head must have taken more damage after the infection than I first thought.

Raph lashed out at Slash when the large mutant grab one of his hands before he could hit himself again, and he yelled out in pain and frustration when his fist hit solid plastron.

"Raphael, my friend, you are only hurting yourself." Slash tried to reason with him, but it was like talking to a door, no response or proof that he was even listening.

Slash pinned his hands down as Rockwell stung him with a needle filled with a strong painkiller. Raph looked at the needle and blinked repeatedly as he tried to focus to get his vision back. He yelled up about no one touching him and wiggled when he felt the needle go through the skin, but Slash's grip was too strong to get free. After a few minutes he went still and looked at his friend in confusion as his vision cleared.

"...Dude, why are you... sitting on me?"

Slash let go with a sigh of relief. He sounded more normal now. Raphael sat up and rubbed his head with another pained groan.

"Ugh, who hit me, I feel like I died and woke up... from the dead?... Where are we?"

Casey began to explain but had to cut it short as the turtles head was hurting too much to focus on long detailed explanations. As Casey ended, he nodded faintly.

"So, we're at the docks right? And Shredder now own New York..? Why does my eye hurt?" The hothead started rubbing his left eye irritated and kept it closed when Casey forced his hand away.

"Can you see through it?" I asked and he turned his head to look at me.

"Dunno...What happened to him?" Raph asked and pointed at Mikey.

"You mean Mikey? He's... Asleep."

"No, what happened to his arm, where is it? Am I going blind?"

I shook my head and explained what happened. When I finished he had a serious frown on his face.

"Ugh, head hurts, I'll sleep" was all he said before laying down again and went unconscious.

It was now 9AM, and we were making process.

They were now ready to leave to go find a new place for us to live, and with them I mean Slash, Leatherhead, Pete, April and Casey. They had made a plan of where to go and what to take with them, and soon I would be alone with Rockwell and my brothers. I was feeling a bit anxious about letting them go, the city wasn't itself lately, so who knows what might happen while they're gone. Someone could attack them, or even attack us, and we're down to one stable fighter.

But we need a new place to live, a new place to call home, and hopefully be able to get some of our furniture moved from the old lair to the new one. That is, if there's any safe places left, if not, then we'll have to leave the city and go back to north Hampton as soon as possible before it's too late.

I must admit, at times like this, I'm glad we have a place to leave to, and hopefully this time there won't be any mutants to deal with. We need peace and quiet, a place where we won't have to fight, and when we're ready, we'll continue the fight to save New York once more.

Well, they're finally waking up, and hopefully they won't get worse. If they do, there's friends and family ready to help ^.^ Read and review, as reviews gives me motivation and determination to continue.