(A/N: Got bored of doing homework so here's a chapter! A little more home stuff... Nothing exciting. Why in the world is it easier to write a fight scene or Raph being beaten to near death then a family scene? Come on! *Is displeased with her inability to write a convincing family interaction scene.*

I'd like to thank Lilninjawolf for betaing for me again! I'd also like to thank everyone who reviewed. Much appreciated! =D)

Disclaimer: I do not own the turtles or make any money from writing stories about them. However, I look forward to the day when someday something I do, will have it's own fandom and they will have to put up notes like this as I will be the one making the money! :D )

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Raphael moved a little beneath his blanket, stirring slightly. He was so comfortable and warm right now. It was so nice. His pain wasn't too bad and he had the oxygen mask. It was as if all his needs had been tended to.

When he opened his eyes, he found himself in the small, dark, cluttered room. But he wasn't alone. Donatello was sitting next to his bed, leaning on the bed, fast asleep. He couldn't help but smile at this a little.

These turtles, they seemed to be more trustworthy. Now that he had had time to relax and think, he actually felt safe with them. They hadn't restrained him, attacked him, or anything, despite the fact he had attacked one of their own. Yet when he had apparently attacked someone at the foot clan, he had been restrained. Heh. He certainly hoped he got whoever it was good.

Though, Raphael felt bad for the sleeping turtle. It had been hurt before and he hadn't helped when he had run of...

Raphael was still tired, but he was sick of being in bed all the time, plus he was hungry. Hunger pains were gripping at his stomach. Well, lying around in bed wouldn't fix that and he didn't want to wake the turtle...

He took off his oxygen mask, causing his breathing to become slightly laboured, but it was okay. It had been worse.

Mindful of the turtle, he crawled out of the bed. He sat on the edge of the bed for a moment, just thinking and comparing himself to the sleeping turtle... His brother... He was just looking at the different skin tones and how similar their bodies were. The shell... He felt his own shell. It was strong. Something told him it had saved him more than a few times.

Raphael stood up slowly; glad to see he was doing okay. As he looked back at Donatello, a feeling of guilt came back to him. The turtle had taken such good care of him and he gave his thanks by kicking him in the head? Great, just great. He must be one shit of a brother.

Raphael couldn't explain why he was about to do this, but he kind of felt he had to. Carefully, he scooped the turtle up, groaning at how much he weighed. Thankfully, he only had to lift the turtle into the bed. From there he covered the turtle with the blanket. It hadn't woken at all, stirred slightly though. For a moment, he had feared it would wake. Instead it found his hand wrapping itself around his and muttered something in its sleep.

Raphael just stood, wheezing slightly over the turtle for a moment, frozen by the action. He suddenly felt a little uncomfortable. Carefully, he got the turtle to release his hand. He headed for the door. He needed food, and this turtle obviously needed the rest...

Hmm... This would be a nice test to see how well they really knew him. What did he like to eat?

Silently, Raphael tip toed out the room, shutting the door behind him. He stepped into what looked like a living area. There was a slightly tattered, old, worn couch in the centre, with a few recliners, looking just as worn. There was a coffee table and a rather good looking TV that was set up. There were a few doors that lead out of the area. His eyes drifted to the door that led out of this... home? Hard to believe this was all in the sewers.

There was a set of stairs that led to a second level where a balcony or hallway type of thing with other doors led off somewhere else. He wasn't really sure about where to go looking for food now and no one seemed to be around to ask... It was so quiet, almost made the place seem kind of eerie. He walked over to the couch slowly, looking around. Where was Leonardo? And that other turtle... The one with the orange bandana?

"RAPHIE!"

Before Raphael had time to even see what had screamed, or who, he had the wind knocked out of him and he was on the floor with something very loud and crazy squeezing the life out of him.

"Raphie!" Came the overly loud voice again.

Raphael was struggling to get away, attempting to push his attacker away. "Get... Off!" He wheezed.

He looked at his attacker to see it was another turtle. The one with the orange bandana. He'd take it back! He didn't wonder where the turtle was, he just wanted it to let go and leave him alone now! Sure he was grateful for the original rescue from Karai, but that didn't mean he wanted to be hugged by it like this.

"Mikey?" Came a voice. "Mikey!"

Suddenly, 'Mikey' was pulled off of him and Raphael quickly moved away from everyone, panting from his struggles. Leonardo had come in, pulling Mikey off of him. Mikey looked kind of crest fallen by all this.

"Raph, this is Mikey." Leonardo explained, gently patting the now slightly calmer turtle.

Mikey kind of smiled and waved at him. Instead of replying, Raphael's stomach growled loudly, which seemed to excite the turtle all over again.

"You hungry, Raphie?" Mikey asked, his smile growing.

Before Raph could even reply, the turtle had run off into another room. "I'll get some food!" It announced loudly as it went.

Leonardo sighed slightly, offering Raphael a hand up. "Are you alright?" The turtle asked, inspecting him for injuries. "You shouldn't be out of bed. Come on, I'll help you back to bed."

Leonardo didn't seem as happy as Mikey was to see him out of bed. Raphael looked at the hand... should he take it or not? A little reluctantly, he took it.

"Can't... Donatello's... in it..." He mentioned as Leonardo tried to guide him back to the... bed room?

Leonardo sighed and instead, guided him towards the couch, his hand locked around Raphael's wrist and the other around his shell, on his shoulder. He wasn't that fragile. None the less, Raphael said nothing, just sighing a little when the turtle spoke.

"Then rest here, please?" He asked, his look full of concern.

Raphael found he couldn't say no... Not right now. So he allowed himself to be seated on the couch which was surprisingly more comfortable then it looked.

"I'll be back shortly." Leonardo said, finally letting go. "Just call if you need something."

Raphael just nodded and watched the turtle disappear to where he would find a sleeping Donatello.