A/N: Why are there more internet ads than normal...Ugh, I'm exhausted, and I still need to draw some caricatures for tomorrow. Please just put me out of my misery.

Disclaimer: Nope.

Donnie looked around with blank eyes. He felt like something was going on, but he couldn't quite figure out what. There was something weird in his chest-almost as if Raph was sitting in it again, but his brother was nowhere in sight.

There also seemed to be some sort of weight on his shoulders, which he found oddly comforting. Despite that, he crawled out of it and got up. Where was everyone?

Suddenly he found himself face to face with one of his brothers, though somehow the name failed him. The mask was orange, and he was covered in freckles against his light green skin...His name started with an M, didn't it?

His brother appeared to be talking, but Donnie understood it about as well as if he had his head buried in a pillow and his brother was underwater.

The turtle's face grew distressed and he turned his gaze towards something above Donnie and started talking again. Curiosity piqued, the lanky turtle turned his head to see what had caught the smaller turtle's interest, and standing above Donnie was another of his brothers. This one was wearing a tattered red mask and there was a large crack in his plastron near his shoulder.

…Didn't his name have something to do with his mask? Hm…

The Red said something to Orange, but Don was only aware of the weight returning to his shoulders.

Mikey and Raph. Those were their names. And here came…Leo. Along with a rat…Sliver? No, Splinter.

Splinter knelt down in front of him and gently reached forward, but the second he felt the fur of his father on his skin, he flinched backwards into Raph.

Leo couldn't help but flinch himself when he saw how Donnie fell backwards into Raph to get away from Master Splinter's touch. It was more than a little distressing to seem him so out of it…

"Is he gonna be alright?" The oldest turtle let out a sigh and turned to his youngest brother.

"Don't worry, Mikey." Leo was about to add that Donnie always recovered from these, but he caught himself when he remembered that the rest of the family didn't know about how bad his panic attacks could be. Sure, they sometimes would be around for the mild ones where he just had to recatch his breath, but Don usually went to his room or the lab before he would shut down like this.

"Hehe…sorry, guys…" Both of the brothers looked down to see that Donnie's eyes had regained focus and he was now smiling sheepishly at his brothers. "I didn't mean to scare you like that…"

Leo knelt down in front of his brother next to their father and pulled the younger turtle into a hug before saying, "Don, don't apologize for something you can't help."

A/N: Can I just say that if you've never had a panic attack, you are lucky? They're painful and terrifying. Most of mine last until I can't go any longer without breathing, but once I had one that was so bad, I would just barely get a breath in before my ribs squeezed again. Did you know that's part of fight or flight response?

Oh, and my kindle charger broke today. Yay. On a lighter note: I have a page and a half of the last chapter done (it's gonna be a long one), and you get meet Andrea tomorrow!