An RPG fic. Bold is written by me and is Raphael and normal is written by ChiakiAngel and is Michelangelo

L o o k i n g . F o r . A n g e l s

Raph wasn't lying when he said it was going to hurt, the proof being the white hot pain that stabs through me. I don't know if I made a sound, too focused on trying not to black out. There's black dancing across my vision, and my stomach rolls. Yeah, this was definitely not a pleasant feeling.

Mikey tenses and a soft, strangled sound comes form his lips. I am thankful that he didn't move though. Being jostled is the last things he needs. I hold my grip firm and tight, his head buried into my plastron. I find myself wishing I had my shell cell, but I wanted to do this alone. Now it may cost me my brother's life. I swallow, "Mikey. Bro, you okay?"

"I-I'm o-okay..." I focus on steadying my breath, my vision dancing between focused and blurry. My head is hurting, most likely from the blood loss, and I feel strange, almost as if my limbs were light. If Raph hadn't asked me to stay awake, I could just sleep.

Somewhere in the back of my pain riddled mind I know why, but I just can't grasp it at the moment.

I shift, and then I start walking, through the streets and alleyways. Papers blow around me and I can feel the flecks of snow sticking to my suit. I do my best to shelter Mikey, but it's hard. And I'm getting tired. I know I can't sleep. I know that cold does this to turtles but I have to keep moving. I shudder. "Mikey…" My voice sounds hoarse, "Mikey, you still awake….?"

Is Raph speaking? His voice sounds so far away. Had I fallen asleep? I shudder in Raph's arm, the cold seeping through me. My eyes are glued shut, and my mouth refuses to open. It's as if I'm floating.

I stop, shaking him slightly, "Mikey!"

I can feel Raph shaking me, and I want to tell him that I'm fine, to reassure him, but I can't. It's as if my body is going into a forced shut down, the cold numbing me. What had Don called it the last time we'd been out in the cold too long? Forced hibernation?

"Mike!" I can feel the cold starting to get to me as well and I shudder. "Hold on bro. I'll get us inside." We're still too far from the lair, but the abandoned building might be able to help warm us out of this state.

I know I'm shivering, I can feel it, and it's a good sign. It means my body is trying to warm itself up. Don had tried explaining the whole thing to me, but I'd mostly tuned him out.

I know I'm getting delusional, especially with how my thoughts are jumping around. I need to rest, but I can't. Some small part of me won't let it happen.

"We're not that far." I know Mikey probably cannot hear me, but whatever helps. It may be good for both of us. Up ahead, I see the building big, old, two stories, silhouetted against the ocean docks. I shiver, and move faster. I have to hurry, "See? We're almost..." I cough, "Almost there."

I feel myself drifting off, and no matter how hard I try to fight it, I can feel myself slipping into sleep. I've lost the energy I needed to fight, and I start to relax in my brother's arms. Just a little bit of sleep wouldn't hurt, right?

I stumbled into the building. It was easily enough, even with Mikey in my arms, to break open the door. I shudder at the warmth. It's not much, the building is still cold, but the chill is off. I lay Mikey down on the office couch at the end of the room. It's covered in dust but I can tell it used to be a reception room of some sort. I collapse on my knees on the floor, leaning against the couch, exhausted, "Mike...?" I whisper.

I'm starting to relax as my breathing slows down. I'm sure Raph won't mind, just an hour or so of sleep, that's all I need. I can't fight it anymore. I don't even hear Raph's voice as he calls my name

No answer. I'm comfortable on the tile floor, leaning up against the soft, worn cough. But Mikey doesn't answer, "Bro..." I mutter, tilting my head up tiredly.

My breathing evens out as I fall asleep, the cold forming a blanket of air around me. I know my breathing is beginning to get raspy, the wound in my side definitely not helping it at all.

I vaguely wonder if Raph's okay.

"Mike!" I reach up a hand blindly, hitting him, not too gently, on what feels like his face.

I feel a stinging pain in my cheek, dull compared to the other pain, but still noticeable. I force open my eyes, fighting to keep them that way, and give Raph a sideways glance. "W-what w-was that f-for...?"

I cough, trying to ease my airway, hopefully making it easier for me to breathe.

I let out a hoarse, breathy chuckle at Mikey's tone. I'm still too tired to move. "Ya awake now bro?"

"Y-yeah." I shift slightly and let out a hiss of pain as the movement pulls at my side. "I w-wanna g-go home R-raph..."

I know I'm shaking. What I don't know, is if it's from crying, or from the cold. I'm too numb at the moment to tell.

I can hear my brother sniffing, the wetness in his voice as he speaks. He's crying. My brain supplies, delayed and fuzzy. "Okay bro…" I mutter, "I know you do. I do too." I look up, "Do ya have yer shell cell?"

I hear the words shell cell, and I take a moment to think. Yeah, I'd grabbed it, and put it on the side of my belt, hidden in the lip of my shell. "Y-yeah..."

I nod slightly, just enough that he may be able to see it.

I swallow, relief flooding into me, "Bro... can ya pass it down?"

I nod once more, moving the arm that isn't on the injured side, and patting down my belt. I grasp the small phone, but my hands are shaking, and it tumbles down into Raph's lap. I hadn't meant to drop it, but that would have to be good enough.

I start as the phone drops into my lap. I flip it open and glance at the screen. Not much signal left, not much battery, but it will have to do. I dial in Donatello's number, holding the phone to my ear. Glancing up at Mikey, I nod in relief, 'It's ringing."

I manage to give Raph a small relieved smile, and I hope to God that someone picks up. I whimpered quietly as another bolt of pain shot through me as I moved my arm. I really hoped Don could bring some of that stuff to get rid of the pain. It would be nice.

I frown; Mikey seems to be getting worse. Finally, I hear a soft voice on the other side of the phone, "Hello?" "Don…" "Raph!" He sounds electric, all concerned and relieved, 'Raph where are you?" "Docks…" I sigh deeply, "Don, I think we need some help bro." I look up at Mikey.

I can hear Raph talking to someone, and then I hear the name and I smile. It's Don. Don always knew what to do.

I roll my head to the side, trying to concentrate on anything but the pain, knowing it was the only way to dull the ache.

"Bro. I need you guys to get here as fast as possible. Old west bank docks, first building." I swallow. 'Raph what's-" "I don't got enough time on this thing." I snap, "Don, just bring medical supplies okay?" I swallow, 'Mikey got injured pretty bad." "Raph what?"

"Just hurry Don." "It's snowing. We can't move as fast as usual. The storms getting pretty big. It's on TV and everything." I groan, 'Our little bro was shot Donnie. Make it snappy." "Shot? Raph how, what-?" I hear a beep, the phones at the end of its life. "Wrap the wound tightly Raph. I'll be there soon!" "Hurry bro." I whisper, and the phone dies.

"A-are they coming R-Raphie...?"

I'm using pet names now... I must really be out of it. I know Raph hates the name, but I just want to know. I struggling to keep my breathing normal, but every time I take in a breath, it burns like lava.

Raphie. I sigh. Things are getting bad for us. "Yeah bro. They're on their way."

"G-good..." I cough, and my breath catches. My body shakes as I continue to cough, trying to regain my breath once more. The shaking makes my side hurt, and I feel a wetness pressing up against me. Was it blood?

"Mike! You okay?"

I keep coughing, my eyes widening in panic as I realize I can't breathe. I try sitting up, but the pain keeps me down, and I'm forced to suffer.

Michelangelo is still coughing and I leap up, forcing myself to my feet, "Mike!"

I feel something wet fly out of my mouth, and I'm finally able to regain my breath, though it's coming in wet raspy pants. My chest burned, and my wound felt like it was bleeding even more.

My head felt light, and my eyes were unfocused. The cold and everything else wasn't helping at all.

I put my arms around my brother, helping him to sit up. There's blood everywhere."Mikey?"

My head lulls forward as I finally lose the battle against consciousness. Don will be hear soon, I knew it. He could fix it, could make me better.

'Mikey!" He's lost consciousness. I sight deeply, sitting on the couch myself; I pull Mikey close against me. I have to keep him warm. Keep him breathing.

I can feel the cold slowly starting to leave, and being replaced by the heat seeping in. Whatever it is, it's nice and warm.

I breathe deep. I can't do anything more than this. Just sitting and waiting. Mike... wake up. "I'm sorry..." I whisper.

I want to wake up, but my mind is in a fog, and my lids are heavy, making them impossible to open. I'm really hoping that Don and Leo get here soon. Anything to get rid of the pain I'm feeling.

"I'm sorry..." I continue even though I know he can't hear me, "When Leo was gone I was a total ass..." I sigh, "You and Don... held everything together and I didn't thank ya."

I want to tell Raph to keep talking. Even though I'm not awake, I'm not asleep either. I can hear him, but I can't. It's confusing, but his voice is giving me something to focus on.

This isn't me. I don't open up to people. I sigh. "Whatever bro. You probably can't even hear me." I rub the back of my neck. It feels weird not to be wearing my bandanna. 'Don and Leo should be here soon…" I mutter.

I shiver slightly in my brother's arms, the chill having settled deep inside. The heat had chased most of the cold away, but there was still some there.

I relax completely in Raph's hold, my body becoming lax. The cold was slowly making the pain numb. I wasn't quite sure if that was a good or a bad thing.

I feel Mikey relax more into my arms and I frown, Donnie where are you?

In the back of my mind, I think I hear tires squealing to a stop. Footsteps are coming towards us, but I don't have the energy to even tense in anticipation. All I can hope is that it's our brothers.

They're here. I'm sure of it."Guys!" Before they can get further than a few steps into the door I hear a creak, and the roof, the supports at that half of the building start to shake."Guys! Get out!"

Thanks for all the reviews. Any plot holes or slight mistakes- well, my bad. It's an RPG.