(A/N: Man, I updating like crazy. This is alternate number two. Enjoy this one.)
Raph POV (A/N: Yeah, I'm getting him in this one)
I wake up, hearing someone walking around. I get up and walk to the living room. I see blood everywhere in the pool, and Mike just standing there watching. I can't believe it.
"What are you doing?! Move!" I order. I push past him and jump into the water and get to the bottom. I untie the chain from Donnie's ankle and bring him to the top. I pull him onto the surface ground. I pull myself up and know that I need to do CPR. I do it for a few seconds until he is spitting up a lot of water. I smirk in relief. I see blood all over his arms. I pick my brother up and bring him into the infirmary. I put him on one of the beds.
"Mike! Get in here and help me!" I yell. He runs into the room and immediately we get everything under control. Both Mike and I take turns watching Don. Two days later, his eyes slowly open on my watch. I look at him and smile.
"R-Raph?" He rasps. I set my hand on the bed next to his hand.
"Yeah, I'm here, don't worry." I assure him. He looks confused.
"But I thought you…" He frowns. I cut him off.
"Hate you? No way. Only in your dreams." I reply. He smiles like he hasn't in a really long time.
"I love you Raphie." He whispers. Although I hate the nickname he used, I move my hand the extra inch and set my hand on his.
"Love you too, Donnie boy." Mike slinks into the room, looking relieved that we were fine again. I turn to him. "Don't worry, Mikey, I love you too." He smiles and comes closer.
We sat and talked about old times, and I was happy.
We're a family again…