Donnie POV

I know I could've just numbed up the area to stitch Mikey up, but I really didn't want to bring Leo and Raph in here to hold Mikey down. Even though Mikey would've been numb and wouldn't feel a thing, he still would've been freaking out with just the sight of the needle (I tried doing that when he had a bad fall in the sewers a few years ago. Trust me, it wasn't pretty and it took way longer then it should've. The power of suggestion overpowered him and he actually thought that it hurt. He kept squirming and I actually had to strap him to his bed while Master Splinter tried to calm him down and of Leo and Raph literally sitting on his legs to keep him still. He's a lot stronger then he looks).

I sat next to Mikey and waited for him to wake up. I checked the time on my laptop. He should've waken up a half an hour ago. I pressed my fingers to his wrist, checking his pulse. It got quick. I looked up at his face. It was pressed into a grimace and a few small tears rolled down his freckled face. His chest rose and fell as if he was out of breath. My own pulse quickened; not knowing what was happening to my only little brother. I kept my fingers to his wrist, praying that his pulse would slow down. Sweat started rolling down his face and his mask started getting damp.

"What are you dreaming about Mikey?" I quietly asked as I gently untied his mask and sat it on his nightstand. I was about to let go of his wrist to get a cold washcloth, but his pulse changed. It started getting slower and I let out a sigh of relief. I was to soon to celebrate. His pulse got slower and slower. His chest still rose and fell, but it was a bigger gap between his breaths. With fear, I watched his chest stop moving. Under my fingertips, his pulse just stopped. Sweat started running down my own face.

I should've just numbed him up! I scolded myself. I jumped up and ran to my lab for an oxygen tank and anything else that could bring him back. Leo was sitting in front of the TV and Raph sat on the couch. I didn't want to catch their attention because I didn't want some freaking out big brothers in the same room as a freaking out me. I quietly made my way back into Mikey's room and put the oxygen mask onto his face. I had adjusted the mask to fit our turtle beaks (I had gotten it a few years ago when I went on a secret trip to the surface. I was only 12 and a very curious turtle at that). I pressed my ear hole to his chest and prayed to hear air circulating. I was at least hoping for a tiny heartbeat, but heard nothing. I jumped back up and ran to my lab, not as quiet as last time.

"Mikey awake yet?" Leo asked, muting the TV and turning around. I didn't have time to answer. Time was something that Mikey didn't have either. Leo, apparently, say the scared look on my face and abruptly shot up. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Raph shoot up and the both of then dash to Mikey's room. This is something I REALLY didn't want right now. I picked up the defibrillator that I'd made a while back. Quickly, I ran back to Mikey's room and kicked open the door. I saw Leo on his knees holding Mikey's right hand and Raph sitting in the chair in the corner. Leo was biting his lip to keep from crying. I could tell that he was loosing.

I sat the defibrillator down on the nightstand and rubbed the two pieces together.

"Clear!" I said in more of a yell. Leo let go and backed away as I touched the pieces to Mikey's chest. His body rose and fell back onto the bed. I pressed my ear holes to his chest. I heard the faintest beat of his heart.

"Clear!" I said again, doing the process over. The heart beat got stronger, but still inconsistent. I tried it one more time, not even caring to say clear again. Leo started crying quietly. I bit my lip to keep myself together. One single tear rolling down my face, I bent down and pressed the side of my head to his plastron. There was a beat every half a second. It was slow but a beat nonetheless. I sunk to my knees and caught my breath. I turned the defibrillator off and leaned my head against the edge of the bed. I pulled his right hand over and felt the pulse. His chest started moving again and I smiled. I kept the oxygen mask to his face so he could breath easily.

I could see Leo pulling himself together and Raph just sitting there with his arms crossed. He showed no emotion but I could see through him. Fifteen years of living with him and his strong emotions, I knew that he was probably sobbing earlier. He was really quick when it came to pulling it together. He hated whenever we saw him cry. It made him feel weak (I know because I overheard him talking to Splinter once about it. And no, I was not eavesdropping). None of us like each other to see us cry; we all feel that if we cry, it'll make us look down on each other. Mikey and I hated to see Leo cry especially because he's always been our leader, our role model, our big brother. He was the one we went to when we had a bad dream or even if we just needed to talk. That is a big brother's role after all.

"Is he going to be okay Donnie?" Leo asked, fake coughing to hide the shaking in his voice. I waited a little and kept track of Mikey's pulse.

"Yes." I said. I hated answering yes or no questions because it felt like since I was the smart one, it all depended on me if someone would be okay and if I said yes and they weren't going to be okay, it'd be my fault. I felt a little guilty giving Mikey a sedative. He wouldn't have come close to death if he hadn't been knocked out. I kept telling myself that it was okay that I did, but it didn't help my case at all. I sighed and sat up, pulling a stool over for me to sit on. Mikey began to stir and His eyes started twitching.

Even though it seemed like he was slowly awakening, he shot up with a start. I jumped as his hand yanked away. His breathing got fast again and he started sweating. I was about to say something when he buried his face in his hand and sobbed loudly, tearing the oxygen mask off his face. I softly put a hand on his shoulder.

"Mikey?" I asked quietly. He shook my hand off and turned away. I took a deep breath and turned to Leo. Leo nodded, knowing I was asking for help, and walked over. I stood so Leo could sit down. He leaned forward towards Mikey.

"What's wrong Mikey?" He asked softly like he would when we came in during the middle of the night after a nightmare. Mikey turned around and wrapped his arm around Leo. Mikey really shouldn't have been freaking out like this because of his stitches but he really had to get this off his chest.

"M-me." Mikey cried. His eyes were closed tight and tears just kept falling with no sign of stopping. Leo looked back at me with a confused look and I returned it with a shrug.

"It's okay Mikey." Leo said, rubbing Mikey's shell. Mikey turned his head and buried it in Leo's neck so I couldn't see it. He slowly stopped crying, taking inconsistent breaths every so often. Leo just kept his head on Mikey's and kept rubbing Mikey's shell.

"It's okay." Leo said again. I think it was more for himself then Mikey.

I hope you liked this chapter, I'm sorry for the little thing about the stitches, I know I should've done my research (I just wanted an excuse to have a chapter like this. Lazy writing, I know) Anyway, please review and I really appreciate you following me and favoriting the story!