Yeah, another update :) feeling good about writing right now

Don't own etc.

Michelangelo had a good heart. He felt naïve, at times, he was one of those boys that still believed that things would always work out. Even in the darkest hours, he wanted to hang on to this belief that the good guys would win. No matter what, he always had a smile and nothing was going to bring him down. After all, he always had his family to fall back on when things got tough. Leonardo was always there to get him out of trouble when he would upset their father. Raphael was always there to deal with bullies. Donatello always helped him narrowly pass his classes. Splinter, as long as Michelangelo can remember and despite the trouble he gives him, had always protected and loved him. It was the only thing that kept his feet going.

He walked briskly to keep up with his brother. The height difference didn't help, neither did the fact that the stitches in his leg were itching. Yet, he kept his brother in his sight, despite the obstacles the city provided. The crowed sidewalks, the traffic when crossing the streets, the hurdles he preformed over the gutters and puddles of questionable liquids. Yet he pressed on despite the pain.

He knew Raphael was not headed to school that day, he knew that he was going out to look for Donatello, but where would they even begin?

The two brothers were near the subway entrance that lead to the train, that would pass by their high school. Raphael turned to his brother.

"Don't follow me."

"What?" Michelangelo was confused, what was he up to?

"Don't follow me. Mikey, I'm not goin' ta school today, but ya have to. I don't want dad ta worry about both of us…"

"What? No! I can't just let you go off on your own. I know you're going to look for Donny but-"

"NO! You'll just get in da way! You don't know what you're getting into!" Raphael stepped towards him, I don't want to risk losing you too…

"Like you know any better? He's my brother too! You think you're the onl-"

This time Raphael took his brother by the shoulders and shoved him back.

"DON'T START NOTHIN'! I KNOW THAT DON FOLLOWED YA! I KNOW THAT YOU'RE THE ONE WHO LEAD HIM TA…" He drifted off. There were people in the streets beginning to stare at the two teenagers. They passed by cautiously, some stopping to look.

"I know you're the one who convinced Don ta follow Leo," He continued in a harsh tone, "It ain't like Don ta just jump into a fight. It had ta be you…"

Michelangelo was silent, but then softly spoke up, "You can't blame me for what happened…"

" I'm not going ta tell you again. MIKEY. DON'T FOLLOW ME. "

Had it been any other day, any other reason, and had Donatello been there with him, he would grin with his right hand on his chest and crossed fingers behind his back and say "Okay, your right.", but today Michelangelo just watched. He watched as his brother walked away into the crowded streets and disappeared around the corner. Michelangelo, the naive optimist that he was, simply turned around and left to school.

Raphael was making his way up to his friend's room in the hospital. He made his way inside Casey's room. Casey was sharing a room with another patient, their space was divide by a green curtain. The other patient was scanning through the channels of the TV mounted on the ceiling in the corner. He didn't see the man on the other side, only heard the soft sounds of the set, the clicking of the remote, and the occasional grunt and deep cough. Raphael sat in one of the chairs provided for visitors. He pulled himself closer to Casey, and watched.

Casey was lying in bed. His breathing was steady.

"He still hasn't woken up"

Raphael turned around and found Angel leaning against the doorway.

" I know…" Was all he said.

There was silence once again, though they both wanted it. What could be said in this moment?

She sat next to him. They were both just waiting.

" It's all my fault," she whispered. It was not for Raphael to hear, but she was half hoping he would talk to her. She was also half hoping he wouldn't.

From the corner of her eyes, she saw him bite his lips. He heard her, but didn't know what to say. After all, he had been thinking that it was his own fault as well.

" I don't know." He said in an equally small voice he didn't know he possessed.

"Angel, it's just… too much," he said.

His fist where clenched. He shut his eyes tightly, thinking of his brother again, and Casey. He looked like he was sleeping, just laying down and sleeping peacefully. He just didn't know when he would be waking.

Angel put a gentle hand on his shoulder.

" You're shaking." she said.

Raphael didn't hear her this time, but he didn't mind the gentle touch she provided. In fact he welcomed it. He leaned in closer to her and put his arms around her too. They were like that for awhile, both needing and wanting the comfort each provided. All they heard for a while was the sound of each other's steady breathing and heartbeats. They didn't say a word. After all, what else was there to say?

Wanted another silent moment for the story. thought Raph needed it before he went off to search for Don.

Mikey's gonna get his chance too. he's not defeated

P.S. you guys been watching the Olympics?