An RPG fic. This chapter may get confusing as: Bold is written by me and is Raphaeland normal is written by ChiakiAngel and is Michelangelo. Italics and underlined is Omniscient written by ChiakiAngel. Italics is Donatello written by ChiakiAngel and Underlined is Leonardo written by me.

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

"Leo, get Raph one of the blankets, it's just under the panel to your left, and turn on the heat to medium. We can't warm them up to fast." I glance at Leo before turning my attention back to our youngest brother.

As the last of the bandages peel away, I grimace. There was so much blood, and infection had started to set in. If I was thankful for the cold at all, it was for preventing the infection from setting in any faster.

"Sure..." I mutter. One hand on the wheel, I reach under and grab the blankets. I flip on the heating, 'Done. Don, how's he doing?"

"Infection's already starting to set in Leo..." I frown. I wasn't a doctor, I was a mechanic! How could my brother's life fall into my hands, and yet, I didn't know what to do?

I grimace, 'We'll be home soon."

"There's no exit wound either... the bullet's still in him." I frown at my discovery. Would I have to cause my younger brother more pain? But... if I didn't get the bullet out, it could cause future complications.

I round the corner, "Almost here..."

I really hoped we'd get home soon. I needed to work on properly cleaning and stitching the wound.

I give a sigh of relief as we pull up towards the garage. "Leo, wake Raph up, we need to get them both down into the lair."

I shake Raph's shell with my free hand, 'Bro wake up..."

I open my eyes slowly, "What?"

I gently lift Mikey into my arms, careful not to jar him anymore than I had to. He's getting cold, and it tells me his body is going into shock. We had to get him a blood transfusion quickly.

"Can you walk Raph?" I glance over at him.

I draw in a breath, deep and shuddering, "Yeah." I mumble, "Yeah I'm good. Just get Mike in."

"Leo... he needs a transfusion." I frown, knowing the worry is creeping into my voice. The only one compatible with him was Raph, but if we did that, Raph might not make it. We'd have to wait until his body was able to warm itself up.

"Can't I give?" I frown, throwing a glance at Raph.

I'm leaning against the wall, stumbling. I think there is something seriously wrong. Shell this can't be just the cold.

I shake my head. "No... I did tests awhile ago to check. Raph's the only one who's compatible... but he can't give, not in that state." I was keeping my voice low, making sure Raph couldn't here.

I give Leo a nearly desperate look. What were we supposed to do?

I don't hear movement anymore and I turn to see Don and Leo looking at each other. They look worried, Don is shaking his head. Leo looks devastated. I haven't seen him like that for a long, long time.

"Guys..." I call my voice sound harsh and cracked, 'What's wrong?"

I hang my head as I hear Raph's voice. If we don't do something, Mikey will die. But if we even tried to with Raph, there was a possibility thathewas the one who would die. I couldn't choose between my brothers.

There was a quiet whimper from Mikey, but he soon settled down.

"Don?" I force myself upright. We don't have time for this. "Tell me!"

"I can't." My head remains down as I hold my little brother. It feels like the weight of the world is on my shoulders. "I can't fix him."

"Donnie..." I wish I could help him, I wish that he didn't have to hurt. That none of my brothers had to hurt.

I frown, 'What do you mean Donnie?" The fear is back, raising itself in my stomach, "What does her need!"

"He needs blood Raph... he's lost too much." I try to keep the tremors out of my voice, and to keep myself steady. But it's hard.

"Blood..." I feel myself go cold, "I'll give it."

I bite my lip at this, and refuse to look up. "You can't."

How would I stress this to him? Thathewould die if he gave up his blood.

I swing the doors open of the Battle Shell and climb out, careful of the package in my arms.

"Don. It wasmyfault." I steady myself against the wall, "It wasmyfault. That bullet was ferme.Menothim.'" I take a deep breath, "I'll be fine. I'll do it."

"If you're going to do it, we need to get down to my lab. If you warm up, you may stand a better chance." I frown. I don't want to put him through this, but it's the only chance we have.

I nod and start going down,whatever it takes. I'll die as long as he lives,

I frown and carry Mikey down to my lab, and set him in one of the cots. I quickly busy myself with getting the needed supplies. I cringe as I hear a pained whimper from my youngest brother once more. We had to do this quickly.

I slump down on the bed, I'm tired. And cold. I though t the lair was suppose to be warmer?

"Grab the blanket beside you Raph. If you're sick, you can't donate, or all it'll do is make Mikey sick." I frown, but I'm going into a calm state of mind. I know if I don't, I won't be able to concentrate.

"I'm not sick." I mumble, "Nothing wrong with my blood..."

"There's something wrong withyou..." I frown at that. Whatever is wrong with Raph, could affect our brother. But if I don't risk it, Mikey will die anyways.

I shake my head, "Not my blood bro..." I look up, "Hurry."

I sigh and go about setting up the IV. If we don't get this done now... I didn't even want to think of the consequences. "You better not die on me Raphael."

I smile wryly, holding out an arm, "I'll try not to."

I walk over to him once I've set Mikey up for the transfusion. Using a small alcohol swab, I clean the spot I'm going to use, before pulling up the small needle that connected the bag.

I wait for Don, looking back at Mikey. Please be okay.

I never liked using needles on my brother's, because it always meant they were hurt in some way.

I insert the needle into Raph's skin once I've found the vein.

The red fluid, blood, crawls up the tube in to the little bag, before flowing down Mikey's tube.

I tape the needle to his skin before straightening. "The bullet is lodged in his side. So you may need to stay here a little longer."

I'd have to try and find the bullet, and I really wasn't looking forward to it.

I force myself not to flinch at the needle, keeping my eyes glued to my little brother. Mike. It's my fault. All my fault.

I walk into the room, carrying water, towels and anythin else Don may need.

I sigh as I grab another needle, something to stop Mikey from feeling any pain. I didn't need to cause him more than absolutely necessary.

Once the drug has been administered, I grab a scalpel, and some surgical tongs. I'd have to dig around to pull the bullet out. My hands shake slightly. I don't know if I can do this.

"Don." I lay a hand on his shoulder. "You can do it. I'll be right here with you. Just tell me what you need?"

"I need to get the bullet out Leo, otherwise it could later cause complications and kill him." My hands steady slightly at the supportive grip of my brother.

I sigh and grab some gloves, throwing them on.

"Okay Don. You can do this."

I can hear Leo's voice...and Don. But for some reason I just can't make out what they're saying. I chalk it up to the bloodless.

I nod at Leo and start on the mini 'surgery'. I wince as I have to slice some of the infected skin away. This was killing me.

I can barely see what Don was doing down. I hold a hand to steady myself. I'm glad Leo is too focused on Don at the moment, I don't care if I die as long as Mikey is safe.

Thanks for all the reviews. Any plot holes or slight mistakes- well, my bad. It's an RPG. Also, sorry about the spacing. FF just doesn't want to get it right.