April's ears were filled with high pitched, painful screams that were honestly more like shrieks. She wanted to tell the person screaming to shut up, but realized that the horrid sound was coming from her.

The red head's eyes shot open, her vision suddenly sharp. She could see every detail of everything around her. The graffiti on the brick walls, the streak of green and black on the skyscraper above, all the blood surrounding her...

Wait, blood? April tried to sit up but couldn't. She had managed to stop screaming but her head became dizzy and she tasted bile and blood in the back of her throat.

April set her head back down against the cement. Is this how it felt to die? She tried to recall what had happened, but the last memory that filled her mind was a Foot Clan member round house kicking her off of the edge of a building.

And there she was: at the bottom of said building, not being able to feel her legs. Wait...what? April tried wiggling her toes but couldn't. All she could feel was intense pain as it shot up and down her body and intensified in her legs.

In the distance, she could hear her name being called. By who? April closed her eyes and took a shaky breath. Would it be her last? The idea of dying didn't scare her, but she knew she wasn't ready to. Not yet. She had to make sure the boys were okay, make sure the Foot didn't hurt them...she had to tell her dad she loved him one last time...

"April!" Donnie's voice seemed like it was another world away. The purple masked mutant's face filled her mind and she felt her body choke up. It was weird her body was making her picture him on her death bed over anyone else.

She supposed it was for the best. There was so much she hadn't said to him yet that she wished she could have. Stuff she wished they had done together and regretted the times she was harsher than she should have been when April had just been in a bad mood or missed her father or school.

"April!" The voice was louder this time. April frowned and realized she really was hearing Donatello's voice. She opened her eyes to discover her body had been picked up in his strong arms and he held onto her so tightly it was painful, but she didn't have the strength or heart to tell him to let go.

The red head felt her heart break. Her best friend looked so...sad. Distraught. April lifted her hand to his cheek and saw the sticky red substance on her skin for the first time. The blood was dark and it made April want to throw up.

She stroked his cheek, leaving a crimson smear behind before her arm gave out and dropped to her side, limp. April gave a shuddering breath and wanted to say his name so badly, but the sound wouldn't come despite the words threatening to spill over the tip of her tongue.

April felt her vision began to go. No...this wasn't how it was supposed to be. She's only eighteen years old, she's too young to die. All the faces that she had come to know and love filled her vision and she wanted to scream at them, telling them everything she had taken for granted: 'I love you,' 'you mean so much to me,' 'I'm sorry...'

But as she began to drift off into a sea of darkness, her body going numb with what April could only assume was death, she could feel one word manage to bubble past the pain and numbness to burst the surface of reality before she fell into complete darkness: "Donnie..."