Hey, everyone. It's me again. I originally did this as a one shot, but many readers sent pm messages about extending it. Instead, I'm doing a four-part series of each turtle and their struggles with mental illness. Here's to the next part. Please don't forget to send more reviews and pm. Also put any suggestions of who you would like to see in the next chapter. Thanks everyone.

Disclaimer: Own Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles I do not.

1, 2, 3, 4. 1, 2, 3, 4. 1, 2, 3, 4.

He checked, rechecked, and rechecked again the locks among entering April's apartment. So far everything seemed to clear. His breath hitched inside his chest as he slowly walked over to the light switch.

1, 2, 3, 4. 1, 2, 3, 4. 1, 2, 3, 4.

He flipped the lights in this pattern. They worked perfectly and quickly turned off. He mentally checked it off the list. It was very important to make sure everything was perfect. Every fiber in his body stood at attention as his muscles coiled tightly ready for action. He continued to walked around the room to make sure she would be safe.

April slowly exhaled her breath. She bit her bottom lip as she watched her friend slowly make his way to the living room. It had been six long months since he left the lair. Six months since that night…

She walked over and gently brushed her fingertips against his arm. He jumped, startled. His blue eyes wild darting around the room. The darkened circles draped beneath them while wrinkles ceased around the corners. He grasped her hand firmly

1, 2, 3, 4. His fingers drummed against her palm and stopped. "1, 2, 3, 4," he counted aloud as he started to tap again. He repeated the ritual once again before he let her guide him to the couch. April sat down next to him and studied her friend.

His body posture was rigid and upright. His eyes continued to shift around while his fingers continued their tapping against his thigh. His legs bounced steadily in place. "1, 2, 3, 4. 1, 2, 3, 4. 1, 2, 3, 4," he whispered softly.

Every piece of her wanted to reach out and put all her strength to stop the nervous twitching. Then April remembered what Master Splinter told her about his new well-being and what her expectation should be. Slow and patience. There was something else that lurked around but her mind drew blank. Her eyes shifted over to the pizza box that sat on the coffee table.

"Hey, I have some pizza. Would you like some?"

His head snatched away as if he realized she was there with him. His heart raced so fiercely against his plastron he thought momentarily it would break free. He quickly wiped his clammy hands against his knees. "Are you okay?" April asked him. All too quick he nodded his head.

Suddenly his attention shifted to her hand as she opened the pizza box. He already did his calculations and picked out which piece April needed to get. He began to hyperventilate as she reached for the other slice. What the hell was she doing?

"NO!" he screamed. He slapped her hand away as he snatched up the box. Stunned April pulled her hand to her chest as the red mark of his hand welted up. She slowly stood up and crept towards the kitchen while he studied the pizza such tense.

"1, 2, 3, 4." He counted jabbing his finger at the slices. "1, 2, 3, 4." He finished the next set. "1, 2, 3, 4. This one is it, April. This one!" He looked in time to see April backing towards the kitchen. Why was she walking away from him? Something was wrong. They were in danger. His breath grew shallower, feeling his chest grew tighter and tighter.

April backed against the counter as she watched the humanoid turtle run full force at her. She squealed in pain as his hands gripped her shoulders. His eyes were wild and frightening. "Nothing can be out of place. Do you understand? Nothing. That's what happened to them. That's why they're dead."

It was then he saw the crimson stain upon his hands. Their blood. His hands were now unclean and stain with sin. He pushed April aside and rushed to the sink. Hot steam scorched his hands while he reached for the soap and steel pads. He tried to scrub away the blood. The pads bit and dug as the green skin on his hands turned raw and pink.

"I need it off," he hissed as he ignored the pain. "I need to get my brothers' blood off of my hands," he talked to himself. "Why didn't they listen to me? Why? Wait for my signal I said. Wait for my signal. Wait for four. Four." Leonardo began to scream at the top of his lungs as moisture tickled his eyes. "One, two, three, four." The tips of his fingers began to bleed.

"One, two." Suddenly something sharp poked his neck. "Three, four." The fog slowly slipped inside his mind. He clung to the counter as he slipped to his knees. He continued to count softly to himself while his eyes rolled back into his head. April tossed the syringe onto the floor as she wrapped her arms around his shoulders.

"It's okay. It's okay, Leo," April whispered. She rocked his body as the tears flowed down. "It wasn't your fault. It wasn't your fault."

How the great leader had fallen.

Maybe I could put in their diagnosis. Blahahaha. Thanks again. Review please submit.