Michelangelo slowly entered his sensei's room. "Hey Leo why don't you go take a rest and I will take over." He said as he placed a comforting hand on his shoulder. "You've been in here for hours." Leo made no motion to move. "It is my fault this happened. I will stay here till he wakes." Mikey sighed. Sometimes Leo can be even more stubborn than Raphael. "Look Leo, it's not your fault. We don't even know what happened that night. I'm sure when Raphie wakes up he'll tell us. Now go get some rest before I get Donnie."

Leo huffed. "Fine but if anything changes come get me." With that; Leo left and headed for the dojo. He couldn't rest knowing his brother maybe dying in the next room. Maybe some meditation might help ease his mind. He sat in the lotus position and began concentrating.

Meanwhile, Mikey sat in silence next to Raphael. His big, strong brother looked so fragile lying there; almost like he would break if you touched him. Mikey tried opening his mouth but the words refused to come out. He has seen Raphael like this one too many times. It always seems to be him that is badly hurt in fights protecting his brothers. But what made this time worse is that no matter how hard he tried; the memories of the night before are not there. As with Leo; the same questions formed in his mind. He only hoped that Raph would be willing to talk about it. Mikey reached out and gently held Raph's hand.

In the dojo; Leonardo sat in the lotus position meditating on the events of the night before. Slowly, blurry images filled his mind. Raphael fell to the ground in pain; holding his side. He dodged to the other side only to be met with the sound of bones breaking as a pair of nun chucks made contact. Trying to stand, he ran only to be knocked to the side with a bo-staff. Grunting; he made one final attempt at escape only to be cornered with an attack advancing on him. Waiting for the final blow he mumbled;"I'm sorry," before everything went black. Leonardo snapped back into the real world; gasping for breath. The images he saw; he would not forget so easily although he was unable to make out the attackers. "Raphael." He mumbled. He didn't realize just how horrific that ambush was; the look on his brother's face as he tried to get away was too much to bear. "Raph looked almost as if he recognized his attackers and he wasn't fighting back. I bet that's why he's that injured. But why wouldn't he fight back?" Glancing down at his hands, blood appeared all over them. He quickly stood up and grabbed the towel but no matter how hard he tried, he just couldn't wipe off the blood. Running to the bathroom; he washed his hands several times under the hottest water possible. The water ran red with the blood. He furiously scrubbed his hands raw but the blood stayed. "Come on, why won't you come off?" He screamed in frustration. Leo continued to scrub away the blood. Grabbing a towel, he spied himself in the mirror; an image of a bloody Raphael appeared before him. The image burned in his mind as his eyes rolled back and blacked out.

Don sat at his computer when he heard a loud thud from the bathroom. Running from his seat; he sprinted over to the bathroom. "Leo you ok in there?" Receiving no response, he harshly pulled the door open. He found Leo lying out cold on the floor with the water still running in the sink. Shutting the water off, he hoisted his brother over his shoulder. "Mikey help!"

From the living room; Mikey heard Don's scream for help. Running towards the bathroom, he found Don trying to wake up Leo. "Is he ok?"

"I don't know; help me get him into my lab." Don and Mikey hoisted Leo between them and quickly carried him to Don's lab. "Get him on the bed." They lifted Leo onto the bed. Don quickly checked his vitals. "It seems like he just passed out; probably from exhaustion. Let's let him rest, I will sit next to Raph for a bit." Mikey nodded and sat next to Leo while Donatello took over watching Raphael.

"Hey bro just coming in to keep you company. Even if you can't hear me, I'm here. Just gonna check some your bandages real fast." As Don checked over the wounds, he continued; "Leo just passed out from exhaustion. He's been in here since we found you. What happened Raph? That's the big question we're all asking. We can't remember anything after your big fight with Leo. Please wake big bro. We're really worried about you." Donatello replaced the cool washcloth on Raph's forehead. His worry grew as Raphael's fever refused to go down. He had drawn some blood earlier to determine what type of infection it is. He waited anxiously for results but feared he couldn't wait any longer. Raphael's breathing quickened as he tried to catch his breath. "Raph calm down bro. I'm right here; try to take some deep breaths for me." Don hoped Raph could hear him. He gently wiped the sweat off his forehead. "Come on bro." Raphael's condition worsened. His breaths became more ragged. His chest heaved with each intake. Blood dribbled from the corners of his mouth. Knowing he couldn't wait; he ran to his lab. Don searched his fridge full of different antibiotics; grabbing one he hoped he was right. Setting up the i.v; he started the precious liquid flowing into his brother.

Mikey watched Don frantically run to his lab then ran back out to Splinter's room with a liquid filled bag. He debated if he should follow or stay by Leo's side. A quick glance at Leo, he decided to follow. He watched as he hooked up the i.v. He knows whatever is going on can't be good. "Donnie; what's happening?" He asked. "Raph has developed sepsis, a blood infection. I am giving him some antibiotics but I may very well have just killed him if they are the wrong ones. I am still waiting for the test results. I'd suggest saying any goodbyes now cause if we lose him, there's no bringing him back." Don sadly said as he looked down at Raph. He prayed his hot headed brother grabbed hold his stubborn streak and used it. "I'm going to see if they are in yet." Don left the room leaving Mikey alone. He tried holding back tears but he couldn't help but to let them fall. How could he have let this happened? He sat next to him. Mikey held Raph's hand and started crying. "Please bro you can't leave us; you just can't. We need our strong brother. Harness that stubborn streak of your and pull through." Mikey's pleas fell on deaf ears. Raphael lay deathly still, they only sign he still lived is his ragged breathing. There is nothing he can say. His tears dropped from his eyes and stained the carpet. Moments later; Donatello returned. "By the some miracle I grabbed the right one. Now it is up to Raphael to fight and pull through." He took a seat next to Mikey. The two brothers refused to leave their fallen brother's side until they knew he would make it. Master Splinter watched from the doorway with sullen eyes. He had done all he can as well.