It was a mess honestly, I don't know how I let my guard down, maybe it was because it was one of the few times we were actually getting along, or maybe it was the fact that I had just gotten back on my feet after having the flu for a week, there was a chance both were the reason, however it wasn't an excuse. If I hadn't let my guard down, Raph wouldn't be beating some street punk to death, and I wouldn't be sitting in a grimy alley, my hands coated with Mikey's blood as I frantically tried to stop the bleeding on his shoulder.
It had all started as just a run out to get pizza, Mikey was going, and Raph wanted to tag along. Out of all of us, Raph and Mikey were the two who grew the most side tracked, so I decided it'd be a group activity. Don had chose to stay home, saying something about some plumbers getting to close to home. So we left, telling Splinter we'd be back soon since it was just a pizza pick-up.
It wasn't supposed to come to this, we had just been goofing off on some rooftop, a luxury I never really got, and now as I sit here telling my bleeding baby brother to hold on, I understand why. My mask had been removed about ten minutes ago, and tied around Mikey's shoulder as a bandage, and I looked over to Raph in a silent command for him to stop beating the piece of trash who shot my brother, and to help me get him home, or at least somewhere safer than here.
"Help me move'em Leo." His rough voice filled my head, and I did so, lifting my limp brother up, and carrying him towards the fire escape that would lead to the roof. My mind was strangely numb, and despite being the leader, and always coming up with a plan to prepare for the worse, Raphael had to command me.
How ironic.