A/N: If anyone was confused as to why Don was acting strangely last chapter, it was mating season for the turtles and he was trying to suppress his urges.

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Chapter four

"Don?" she called out into the darkness. She sat upright and started feeling around for Donatello. She swatted at the comforter, attempting to find him in the bed. Every time her hand hit, she flattened part of the comforter. "D..Don?" she called out again.

She reached around for the bedside lamp he kept in his damp room for when he had night terrors. She finally found the chain and yanked it. "Don!" she called, frantically searching the room for her purple-masked hero.

She threw the covers off of her and pressed her feet to the cold floor of the sewer. A chill ran down her spine and she wrapped her arms around her in attempt to keep her warm. She clutched her nightgown in one hand, and her arm in the other. "D..Don.." she took a small step. Her feet felt as though they would fall off from the cold.

"D..Don.. Please." she slowly made her way to the door frame. When she made it there, she leaned on the door frame. She exhaled and she could see her breath. "W..Why is it.. So cold?" she tightened her grip on her nightgown.

"Don..Don where are you?" she begged. Her legs gave in and she fell to the floor. Her hand hit something cold as she went down. She looked up from the floor to see Donatello, lying on the floor. Blood was pouring from a gash on his head. "Do..Don!" she gasped. She reached up for him and frantically shook him, as if trying to shake the life back into him.

"P..Please, Don!" she cried. "I need you! D..Don't leave me! Please!" as she shook, blood was flung in all directions, all around the sewers. Her hands were covered in it.. In his blood. Her nightgown was drenched in it. It was all over her..

Suddenly, her mind went blank. She didn't understand life anymore. She didn't have a reason to live anymore. She slowly set Don's corpse back onto the floor and looked down at her hands.. They were stained with red. She looked at her yellow nightgown. There was a big blotch where his blood splattered all over her, and in the room. She looked back up, into his lifeless eyes... And she cried.

And she cried.

A/N: A little angst chapter here! Don't worry this is not the end of the story, but I'm not spoiling anything!