ENJOOYYYY! Hehe. I'm on exam break right now, and I go back to school on the 31st... so until then, I'm going to try my best to keep writing non-stop.

Donatello's reaction wasn't as bad as I thought it would be; it was actually much calm and controlled compared to his brothers. He took one look at my arms, and immediately began cleaning them. He lightly dabbed the blood off of my arms.

There were moments when I would jerk at the sudden shocks of pain that shot through my arms. He noticed this, and tried talking to me to calm me down.

"So, may I ask how you got these wounds?" he asked it too curiously. I'm sure he already knew; he just wanted to hear me say it myself.

"I... fell," I replied stubbornly. There was no use in lying now, I could already tell. But for some reason, I just didn't want to admit it out loud.

He immediately frowned. "Please don't try to hide it. Just tell me the truth."

I sighed, giving in to him. "Okay. So... I cut myself. Big deal. But there are many other people out there who have it just as worse as I do... I mean, what do I have to complain about? My life isn't..." my voice trailed on, and I could hear myself getting quieter. Don just sat there in silence, listening, and working on my arms.

"Okay..." He began. I waited anxiously for what he was going to say next, but he kept examining my arms. "You... lost a lot of blood. Your cuts are... really deep. I might have to stitch some of them up."

I gasped, glancing down at my cuts. "What? They... they're not that deep. I definitely didn't cut that deep." I noticed now how much deeper the cuts looked now that they were cleaned. "...Oh."

Don got up from his chair, and started searching through his cabinets. "Oh is right. Those cuts are pretty deep... were you trying to kill yourself?"

"No," I replied quickly. And it was true. At the time, I wasn't actually thinking of killing myself by cutting. Cutting sort of became an addiction... something I felt like I no longer controlled.

Don sat back down in front of me on a stool. My head swayed a little as it throbbed. I looked down at Don, hoping he hadn't noticed me go weak for a moment. I tensed my muscles, eagerly hoping they would keep me from swaying again.

"How are you feeling?" He asked calmly as he opened up the kit he just grabbed.

"I feel fine," I replied almost immediately. Whenever people asked me that, it became almost natural to reply with 'I'm fine.'

He glanced up at me. "No... you're not. You're feeling light-headed, aren't you?" He placed his three-fingered hand on my forehead. "Your skin is so pale."

I shrugged, trying to act as natural as possible. "No! I'm definitely fine, don't worry about me. Just finish up stitching my arms so I can um..." I thought about it for a minute. I didn't really want to go home, but I really needed to check up on my brother. I knew I was going to miss Furly too... but my brother was more than capable of taking care of him. "So I can go home. I'd hate to over-stay my welcome here in your... uh... lovely home."

While I was speaking, I didn't even realize that Don had already prepared to stitch up my wounds. I caught the sight of the needle, and shuddered. Don noticed.

"You afraid of needles?"

I nodded quickly, feeling my cheeks go slightly warm. "Yeah. Practically my entire life."

"Mmhm. You're afraid of needles, but you're not afraid to cut yourself?"

I stayed silent, but shrugged. I was hoping he'd move on from the whole "cutting yourself" thing. Talk about it some other time, or something.

He started the procedure, but we had a nice long conversation throughout it. It was relaxing, really. Not always having to talk about boyfriends or stupid friend drama... just a normal conversation between two people. Well, a girl and a turtle. Anyway, our conversation went off like this as I tried my best to ignore the pain:

"So, how old are you Leanne?"

"I'm 16."

"Do you go to school?"

"Well, yeah. I do want to be educated..."

"Right. What school do you go to?"

"Uh... can I trust you enough to tell you?"

"Well. I'm patching you up, aren't I?"

"Uh huh. Okay well I go to a small high school that's pretty close to my house."

Awkward pause.

"Okay, don't give me the name then." He chuckled.

"Oh. Sorry."

"Yeah, don't worry about it."

"So, Don. You and your brothers... how old are you guys?"

"Well, since the day we were mutated, I'd say about 18 years old now."

"Whoa! You guys are so old. Okay not really, but still. You've been around for THAT long?"

"Yeah. It's a long story."

"So I've heard." I stopped, thinking of something else to ask. "So how many of you are there living down here?"

He nodded, still working on my arm. "There's me and my three other brothers. And then there's our sensei."

"Where's the fourth one? I've only seen red, blue, and purple. Where's the other color?"

"Ahh. Mikey's his name. He has the orange one."

"Nice. Orange. So where is he?"

Donatello paused. "Well, it's about 3 am now so I'm assuming he's in bed, sleeping."

"Oh... sorry."

"For what?"

"You shouldn't have to fix me up at this time. It's my fault. I'm making you fix me up when you could be sleeping. Sorry."

He grinned. "Don't worry about it. If you weren't here, I'd still be working on my other experiments and projects. Or fixing up Raphael, since he loves to go out at night and play vigilante." He rolled his eyes.

I noticed how he had suddenly called him by his full name. "Are you and your brother's close?"

He thought about it for a second. "Well, although we get on each other's nerves ALOT... we're still a team. Still a family. So I guess we are pretty close."

I smiled sadly. "That sounds nice."

"Do you have any siblings, Leanne?"

"Yeah, a younger brother. He's thirteen."

"Ohh. Mikey's the younger brother of this family, really. The three of us... well, the older ones, we all feel obligated to... protect him. Like we need to. He acts like a child too, sometimes. He super loud and sometimes annoying, but we love him."

"That sounds like the opposite of my brother."

"Oh really? What is he like?" Don was already almost finished patching me up. I was almost sad; worried that our conversation would have to end so soon.

"Well, my brother... he's very independent. He plays video games a lot, locks himself in his room, and he's very very quiet. He usually blasts his music really loud. Whether it's school or other outdoor activities, he decides everything on his own. He doesn't really talk to me, either. I rarely see him, since he's locked up in his room all the time."

He nodded. "Ohh, I see. Are you close with your family?"

"No."

"Wow, you didn't hesitate at all when I asked. Are you on bad terms with your family?" He was finishing up now. I looked down to see the stitches that sealed up my deepest cuts. I wondered how he had done it so fast and so smoothly, but I guessed he had a lot of practice, thanks to Raph.

"I guess you could say that." I shrugged, not wanting to go into more detail. Don understood and finally finished up, wrapping bandages around both my arms.

"Did it hurt?" He asked suddenly while he cleaned his supplies.

"What, the stitches? Well I guess it wasn't too bad, you were distracting me the entire time, so thanks. I tolerate pain pretty well, too."

He nodded, proud of himself. "Yeah. I've gotten so used to stitching someone up that I can just easily talk to them knowing I won't mess up. I can't be too over confident though..."

I was glad our conversation ended on that note. I was especially glad he was able to distract me from my depressing thoughts. I silently thanked him for that.

"Thanks for patching me up," I smiled. He looked up and gave me a small smile in return.

"Okay... so. I know you probably don't feel up to talking about this but..."

"Right. I know, I should tell you what happened and... yeah. Okay." I thought for a moment, remembering Raph and Leo. "Guess I owe Leo and Raph some sort of explanation too. I mean, ever since I got here I haven't exactly been telling them the whole truth..."

Don smiled again. "Don't worry, talking about it out loud instead of keeping it bottled up inside will make you feel a lot better."

I felt glad meeting Don. He seemed to understand what to do, and he didn't judge me for the cuts I had.

"Do you want to go to the living room to talk to them now? Or do you want to wait until morning?"

I glanced up at him. "I thought they were sleeping?"

"Oh, trust me. I highly doubt they went to sleep. But I think it would be best if you rested first." He smiled, and opened the door. "Come on, you can sleep in my bed tonight. It's warmer there. I'll sleep in the living room."

"No... it's really okay... I- " I stopped as soon as he gave me this look that told me not to resist. I sighed, and pushed myself off of the bed. My arms ached, but it was nothing I couldn't handle.

As soon as I was on both my feet, my head throbbed in pain. I felt myself falling forward slightly, but a hand came down on my shoulder, holding me up.

"Are you okay?" I looked up and saw his eyes only inches away, staring into mine. I quickly looked away, pushing his arm off.

"Yeah. Just tired."

"No. I think it's more than that... I think you may be- Hey, are you okay? Leanne? Leanne!"

I didn't even realize that my eyes were slowly closing at this point. I really wanted to reply to Don, but my voice just wouldn't come out. I felt myself slowly drifting into the darkness. Not again...I thought helplessly. This whole passing out thing is getting really freaking annoying....

Everything was dark again. I could feel myself being lifted, carried, and placed down gently. The surface I was laying on was soft, and I could feel myself sinking into it slightly. I lifted my eyelids a little crack, and tried to focus my vision. All I saw was a few blurry figures on both sides of my bed, staring at me creepily. I closed my eyes again, and listened to what they were saying.

"She really needs to stop passin' out." Brooklyn accent. Obviously Raph.

"It's not her fault, Raph. She's Anemic. And she has been for a while, as far as I can tell. The sudden huge amount of blood that she lost today was too overwhelming for her body, so that's why she keeps passing out. I've done blood tests on her and the results aren't very great. She has extremely low levels of iron, and well, I'd go into more detailed terms but I don't think you guys want to hear me go on about things you guys don't understand. No offense." He paused for a moment. "But all-in-all, she's pretty unhealthy. Thankfully she doesn't need a blood transfusion or anything... she didn't lose enough blood for that."

I felt myself twitch when he revealed he had done blood tests on me, but I hoped they hadn't noticed.

"Well. How're her arms?"

"I was surprised to see that they weren't infected; The bandages were just terribly wrapped. She cut pretty deep, but she didn't cut anything vital...she was close to it though."

"Um... That's good. I think."

"By the way, Leo." Don's voice sounded a little further away. I didn't even hear them walking towards the door. "I've never seen you so... well, flustered before. I don't think you guys reacted well to the situation..."

"Shut up Don," Still Raph's voice. "How the hell're we supposed to know what to do in a situation like that? I usually see people fightin' for their lives, not tryin' to take away their own. At first I thought she was just pissed off earlier and that she was bein' over emotional, 'cause I saw her throwin' her phone and stuff. But those cuts... what the hell. Do people actually pull that sort of shi-"

"Raph, calm down." Leo's voice was calm and collected. His tone was very hushed. "Don, I just didn't know what to do. It surprised me, I guess. She doesn't seem like that type of person. She's so young... she should be out enjoying life. Enjoying things that WE aren't able to do."

Everything went silent. I thought they had left, so I opened my eyes a tiny crack. I saw their figures standing by the doorway. Don finally spoke, "Let's just talk in the morning. I wouldn't mind getting a bit of rest myself. You guys should get to bed too, so that when she wakes up we'll all be here ready to listen to what she has to say."

My eyes grew heavier and I could feel my exhaustion taking over. In the distance, I heard Raph snort as their voices disappeared down the hall. "Mikey's in for a big surprise tomorrow..."

YAY I posted chapter 4! I'm actually still working on chapter 5 right now, but I'm seriously almost done. Hope the length of these chapters are okay with you guys~ By the way, Thank you all so much for the reviews and stuff. You have no idea how much it encourages me to write on! :D Yaaaaaay if I had chocolate I'd be throwing them at you guys right now as a thanks. LOL okay yeah, i'll be back in a day or so to post the next chapter!~