Four days…Four days, eight hours and thirty seven minutes.
Since he had last seen them, or rather, heard them.
Four days, eight hours and thirty seven minutes…he had counted them all.
All six thousand, two hundred ,seventy seven minutes of them.
He had been resting against the ever present wall not caring to much about the ache in his limbs from being so cramped, for so long. His eyes felt like they were open, but in the darkness he saw nothing, so he could never be sure. Mikey had just fallen asleep, by the sound of his breathing and that was a blessing.
Each time his brother screamed in his sleep or whimpered in a hunger a part of his heart had died.
He felt a prick in his neck but at first ignored it; thinking it was the sensation when you sit in an odd way for to long. By the time he realized something was wrong he couldn't open his mouth to alert his brothers, he could even scream. His entire ability to move had been removed from him.
He knew Raphael was less than 7 inches to his right yet he lacked the ability to reach for him. To warn him. To grasp at any straws that may lead to his rescue.
He heard them sounding off as a warm hand closed around his throat and began to pull him. He tried to scream, 'I'm not here!!' but his body refused to cooperate. He had been pulled about 3 inches when he fell. He fell thru a hole on the wall just beside him. A wall he was certain had been solid moments before.
He heard his name called.
"Leo."
And again, with a fringe of desperation.
"Leo."
And lastly in panic, he heard Raphael scream.
"LEO!"
Yet his body refused to respond despite his soul pleading for the ability to reassure them. Take him if they had to but let him calm them.
Say be strong to them.
Tell them, he loved them.
Hell…Tell them, goodbye.
The only dent his training allowed him, against that toxin in his blood was to permit the smallest tear to slide down his face.
That had been Four days, eight hours and thirty seven minutes ago.
The image of hell had changed from a dark hole in the earth. Now he found himself in white washed room. It ranked of bleach and stronger stenches. There was a bed, he had not touched. (Aside from waking up on it the first day) A buffet of food supplied by the hour thru a slit in his door or from the nurse. To his shame he had ate desperately at every chance.
He spent his time trying to find an escape route or lost in his meditation trying not to win.
He had seen only one person.
A young woman, would a pleasant smile, a pleasant tone…a pleasant everything.
Even when he screamed and demanded to know of his brothers she could only smile and pat his arm.
"In time."
Was all she would say on the matter before resuming the typical nurse-sque comments about hobbies and recent movies.
Did she not understand the hell he had lived in the last month…months..? He couldn't tell anymore.
He wanted to raise his hand to her , to fight his way free.
He couldn't bring himself to do so, she had not done anything but show him kindness.
She had tended his wounds, saw that he was fed.
But she was apart of this, and that confused him all the more.
He slowly pushed himself to his feet from where he had been sitting on the floor. His joints cursed him but he ignored them.
He had asked questions, he had been civil….his methods weren't working.
He walked over to the bed and the small flower ridden table beside it.
He picked up the largest vase and read the note 'looking better - bishop'.
Bishop.
His lip curled in a sneer.
His eyes moved to the 'mirror', he didn't have to be a ninja to know it was a two way glass. How many hospital rooms had 5 foot mirrors?
His eyes shifted back to the flowers in his right hand.
Ok, his method didn't work…
Lets have ago at Raph's.
He tossed it loosely in his hand once before sending it full force toward the mirror.
It shattered.
Point one for the hothead - now Leo just had to live long enough to thank him.