Upon entering the lair he weakly yelled for the guys who, thank shell, came running/walking out of their rooms rather sleepily, it was 4am after all.

They all gasped when they saw the sight in front of them. A battle worn Mikey had a bleeding Splinter in his arms, blood was pooling around Mikey as he tried to clear his eyes and head of the fuzz invading it.

Don quickly began asking questions to Mike like, "ARE YOU SURE YOUR OK?", and, "MIKE BE HONEST IF YOU DONT THINK YOU CAN HOLD OUT FOR A WHILE THEN TELL ME!"

Mikey simply said that he was fine and that he could hold up, this relieved the other brothers much to Mike's joy. After a while things quieted down again, leaving Mikey to focus and try to stay up, he knew that if he fell asleep he could possibly make matters worse like falling into a coma.

He tried his hardest to stay awake but he really wanted to go to sleep, his arm and everything else was hurting so bad, not to mention he couldn't stop coughing! He kept going into horrible spells of coughing, each time this would happen he would cough up what he thought was just spit on his hand which was disgusting enough for him. Little did he know it wasn't specks of spit he kept hacking up, it was blood.

After his fourth spell of coughing Mikey half crawled into the living room then layed on the floor thinking that if he got blood on the couch he would surely get yelled at.

He tried to stiffle his sobs and gasps of pain best he could into a nearby pillow on the ground, he was suffering from immense pain, he could barely even breath without sharp pains shooting throughout his body.

'Please hurry it up guys I don't think I can wait much longer.' Mike kept a towel tight over his arm which, at the moment, was bleeding the most. Blood was pooling everywhere around him, he knew his brothers would want him to tell them, but he wouldn't risk taking his father's care away. So he waited, and waited, and waited some more until one and a half hours in he couldn't take it anymore.

His ribs hurt worse than anything, he was having more and more trouble breathing within the few minutes passing by, not to mention his gashes had been bleeding profusely nonstop all this time.

At one point Mike decided to get up and try to get help from his bro's, but when he was about half way to the lab he lost conciseness from blood loss.

About fifteen minutes after Mikey's incident Raph and Don made their way out of the lab and into the kitchen.

Don had just then gotten done hooking everything in and making the charts of his father's state. He tripled checked everything until Raph had finally dragged him out of the lab.

"Come on braniac! Let's get us some liquid energy."

Don finally gave in as Raph gave him one more tug, It was about 6 in the morning now and he had still not had his coffee. So the two made their way to the kitchen Don immediately started pouring the coffee mixture into the filter, as it started brewing Raph and Don both sat at the kitchen table.

"Shoo tha' was close eh Donnie?"

"Yeah I'm just glad that Mike saved him before we did, we would have defiantly been too late!" Exclaimed Don as he poured the first cup.

"Ya got tha' right Mikey sure had a lot of guts savin' em' alone like tha' wonder what made him do it." Raph sighed as he took the cup from Don and started pouring various creamers and sugars in it.

"Hmmm HUH! You don't suppose he herd us talking about him do you?" Don gasped as he drank the inky black coffee concoction in his cup.

"Hmmm it did take us a while ta get em' back to the lair." Raph said taking little sips of his scorching hot coffee.

"Huh… poor Mikey…" Said Don feeling more and more ashamed as he thought back.

That's when the realization struck both of them.

"MIKEY!"

"I can't believe I forgot to check up on him!" Don quickly put his half drunken cup down.

"It ain't just your fault, we all forgot!" Said Raph as he to sat his cup down and started towards the living room.

About two steps into the living room Raph and Don were greeted with an image that they would never in a million years be expecting to see from their little brother.

Mikey was covered in blood, gashes fresh and old spilled red life giving liquid out onto the floor. Where from was a million dollar question because the blood was EVERYWHERE!

"Oh my shell!" Don cried as he ran to Mike's side and checked his pulse. "His pulse is really weak we have to get him to the lab right now!"

Raph pulled Mike up bridal style and ran to the lab, by the time he got Mike to the medical bed his chest down was covered In Mikey's blood.

"Raph he's going to need blood can you-"

"Yea Don just… save em' okay?"

"I will Raph. Promise."

In a split second Don was hooking up IV's and bandaging every single huge gash Mike had. All the while saying things like, "I am so stupid! I should have known Mike was going to do this! He wanted Father to get checked out first!" And "Why didn't I send someone to check on him in the first place!"

Raph snapped as the comments carried on, "Don it aint your fault! We all should have known better we were just so occupied with Masta' Splinta' tha' we didn't realize what was really going on!"

Don let Raph lay back on the bed nearest to Mikey and started to attach a needle to Raph, running it to another needle in Mikey's arm. While Don was doing this Leo decided to finally wake up.

The sight he saw was one he wasn't expecting to say the least, "Wha-what happened to Mikey?!"

Seeing that Don was a little busy at the moment Raph quietly explained. "Leo, Mike hid his injuries so we would take care of Master Splinter first."

"So h-he's going to be okay though, Right?" Said Leo taking a seat beside Mikey on the opposite side of the bed from Don.

"Yes he should be, he's lucky he didn't fall into a coma!" Said Don getting frustrated again at himself for not noticing and at Mikey for not telling them.

'Why would he do this?' Thought Don. "Huh I just wish that he would have thought this all through better! I mean not even Raph would just decide to go to the foot head quarters alone!"

"Yes he would Don." Said Leo with a blank stare.

"Oh? And why is that?"

"Because Don, Mikey didn't just sneak in alone for the heck of it, he did it for master Splinter!"

"Huh... I know Leo. I just wish I could have prevented it is all." Don said as he sat down in the middle of the two beds. One that held a sleeping Raph the other a battle worn Mikey.

"We all did Don." Leo said as he put a comforting hand on Dons shoulder.

After about 2 hours Raph had woken up, sitting up quickly as he did so and immediately asked about Mike.

Don looked down sadly. "Not too good… He has a broken arm, I had to put 17 stitches on a gash on his arm which looked like Shredders work to me. I also had to put stitches in his leg and he has a mild concussion."

I'm hoping he wakes up in the next 3 to 4 hours if he doesn't… We'll have to assume the worst."

Don ran a shaking hand over his face, a few tears forming at his eyes. His two older brothers quickly enveloped him in a hug.

"He's going to be alright Donny he's Mikey! He's too stubborn to die or go into any sort of coma!" Said Raph hopefully.

Don smiled sadly "I hope you're right Raph."

"Plus he's a very strong warrior he won't go down." Added Leo looking down at their beat up baby brother, they all nodded to the statement.

As the hours passed by each of the turtles were getting more and more anxious, it had been two hours and they had all fully rotated between Mike and their Sensei, who was up but not allowed to leave his bed just yet, they also had a break or in their case a whole 30 minutes of nothing but thinking of all the possible outcomes of what could happen to their baby brother and what they could have done to prevent it all from happening.

It was while Raph was keeping watch over Mikey that he heard a slight whimper from the young turtle.

"Mikey?! Hey bro!" Raph said smiling,"How you feelin' bro?" As Mike got a little more situated Raph him try to shield his eyes from the blinding light, he quickly dimed the lab lights to a softer tone.

Mike smiled weakly "Thanks bro." His voice sounding painfully hoarse.

"Here let me go get you some water and the others ok?" Mike just nodded.

Raph ran to the kitchen and filled a glass up with water then rushed to Master Splinter's room where he found his sensei, who had finally gotten the ok from Don that he could leave the lab with strict restriction of a wheelchair, and Leo.

"Hey, Mikey's awake!"

"Really?! That's great!" Leo was already wheeling Splinter towards the lab.

"I should probably get Don after I give Mike some water –"

"Don't have to I heard!" Said Don jumping off the second floor from his room and rushing into the lab as well.

"Here ya go Mikey." Said Raph as he carefully brought the glass to Mike's lips and tipped it, Mike took the water in little gulps which set an alarm off alarm bells in Don's mind. 'He always chugs the crap out of anything given to him when he wakes up...something isn't right.'

Don remembered in the past during less severe cases when ever Mike would wake up from a minor bump to the head he would always try to chug the whole glass of anything that was given to him, but now he acted as if he were scared to drink as if he- Dons thoughts were cut short by the sound of Mikey coughing.

Raph quickly handed the glass to Leo and began to hold Mike up a little straighter while Don rubbed his shell in small circles for comfort. After the coughing spell had ended someone had finally broken the awkward silence that had gone on since the incident.

"My son how are you fairing?" Asked Splinter.

Mike took a minute to respond but finally did "M-Master Splinter...you're ok! I'm so sorry about all of this..." Said Mikey in a miserable sounding tone.

Master Splinter put a paw on Mikeys shoulder and looked him dead in the eye, "my son you have done nothing wrong, you must let this burden go so that you can heal properly. Now. How are you fairing?"

Mikey looked down in shame, "I-I'm alright." Mikey then fell into another spell of coughing.

"Yea ya sure sound like it." Said Raph sounding more concerned than sarcastic.

"Mikey what else is bothering you? Do you just need more pain medicine?"

Mike grunted "M-My Ribs hurt like shell." At that exact moment he started coughing again except this time small specks of blood appeared on his hand as he brought his hand away from his mouth. Dons eyes widened, "Mike I think you got some broken ribs."

After about an hour or so of running some tests and wrapping a tight gauze around Mikes ribcage area Don let out a little sigh. "Okay Mikey you're all fixed up now… but you're not going to be getting out of bed anytime soon! You have to take it easy, your ribs are broken pretty badly, it has irritated alot. Thankfully there is no major internal bleeding that calls for surgery. But absolutely NO getting up."

"This is slightly good on our behalf." Said Leo butting in. "Because it will give us plenty of time to discuss why you did what you did."

Mikey gulped "Ggrreeaatt." He said with a small smile.