Chapter 5
Splinter POV
I woke up in the middle of night feeling that something was not right. I feared that my youngest son is in danger. I sprang out of bed and ran out of my room, searching for my son. My ears perked up as it picked up the sound of running water coming from the bathroom. I quickly changed directions, scurrying across the hallways.
When I entered the bathroom, I saw that the lights were on, but there was no one there. Frowning slightly, I turned to the source of the running water, which could only come from the bathtub. I walked over to the bathtub and my heart nearly stopped with what I saw. The water was stained with a dark shade of red. And beneath the red-stained water, at the bottom of the bathtub, lay my motionless son.
"Michelangelo!" I exclaimed in shock before swiftly pulling the turtle out of the water. I immediately checked his pulse the moment I settled him on the floor. Fortunately, I felt a pulse, it was weak, but he was still alive, for now.
"My beloved Michelangelo!" I cried out, clutching my son's hand tightly. That was when I noticed that there were deep cuts on his wrists and arms; most of them still bleeding. I pulled his head close to my chest, "Oh, my son, what have you done to yourself?"
"Don't worry, your father's here now." I whispered to the unconscious turtle. "You'll be fine. Please, Michelangelo, my son, don't die. I…I can't lose another child." I grabbed a bath towel from the rack and tore it into two pieces. I wrapped it tightly around Michelangelo's wrists to stop the bleeding.
Suddenly, the bathroom door slammed open and Leonardo burst into the room. He must have felt that something was amiss as well.
"Father, what is going on?!" My oldest son demanded, eye widening in horror when he saw that his baby brother was hurt.
"Get Donatello and meet me at the med lab." I instructed in a voice of forced calm. "Hurry, Leonardo, we can't afford to waste time. Every second counts."
Leonardo nodded and dashed out of the bathroom in search of the genius of the family. Donatello is the only hope Michelangelo has. If Donatello can't help Michelangelo, I don't know what we'll do. I gathered my youngest son up in my arms and ran to the med lab, praying that it was not too late to save him.
Donatello POV
I was sleeping deeply and peacefully when my oldest brother burst into my room screaming my name.
"Leo, for goodness sake! What?!" I yelled at him, irritated at being woken up in such a manner.
The only words that Leo managed to gasped out was: "Sensei. Bathroom. Mikey. Bleeding. Med lab. Hurry!"
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Leo and I rushed to the med lab. When I entered the lab, I saw my baby brother bleeding on the examination table. I almost lost it and freaked out, but I have to keep my mind clear in order to help Mikey. I requested Father and Leo to leave me alone to work on Mikey. I saw fear and sadness in my father's eyes before he left the med lab. I have never seen him this way before. He looked like he was going to have a heart attack if we lose Mikey.
Stop thinking like that, I berated to myself internally. Mikey's going to live and we will help him get better. However, inside I was screaming: Don't die, Mikey! We need you little brother.