A sharp pain resonated from Donatello's head as he slowly opened his eyes. When his vision focused, he was staring up at the roof of Aprils car. The turtle gasped and suddenly sat up, bonking his head and groaning over the added pain. The last thing he remembered was walking away from April, so he was confused as to how he ended up inside the car. First, he fumbled for his phone, but was annoyed to find it had been turned off. What's more, when he attempted to turn it on, there was no response. His phone must've died. Not too surprising since he had forgotten to charge it last night.

Donatello sighed and stuffed his phone back into his belt before he kicked open the car door. This wasn't the same alley where he and April had spoken. "I can't believe this!" Donatello groaned furiously. Did April actual kidnap him in order to keep him there?! The turtle got in the drivers seat this time, and began fiddling with some wires. If April thought he would simply sit still, she was vastly underestimating how angry he would be.

After a moment or two, the engine started up and though Donatello was relieved, his mood quickly shifted.

11:00 PM

The clock on the stereo mercilessly informed Donatello that he had failed in keeping his promise. He and Aria were supposed to meet at eight and leave by nine. Even if the Charity event was still going on this late, he knew Aria wouldn't have stayed very long and was most likely already home. Donatello's heart sank and he banged his fist against the steering wheel. He broke his promise. Again. Tears gripped at the edge of his eyes, but he swiftly wiped them away. With all the time that passed, he had to make sure of something.

The turtle pulled his phone out once again and tore the back casing off, exposing the phones inner workings. Now, he was able to connect the phone to the car via some clever wiring to charge it. When his phone flashed back on, an anxious pit formed in his stomach. There were several missed calls from Aria from 8:30pm to 9pm. After that, it didn't look like she tried to contact him again. His brothers left messages and some missed calls, but those weren't so important to him right now.

If April and Casey truly tried to break into Arias home, wouldn't it be on the news? He got online to search for any information, but there was nothing about a break in. However, since he was searching Arias name, several pictures came up from the press who had taken photographs of Aria as she entered the event tonight.

The mask she wore was violet and black, shaped to resemble a monarch butterfly. She wore a haltered, violet dress that reached her knees, decorated with black lace needlework to match her mask. The diamonds she wore around her neck had been coupled with amethyst stones, to match her earrings and violet gloves.

Sinking in the front seat, Donatello dropped his phone and rested his head against the steering wheel. "She looked beautiful…" he muttered.

As nervous as he had been to step into Arias world. The feeling that he let her down was much worse. He wanted to be there. He should have been there. He picked his phone back up and stared at the screen for a moment. Was it too late to call Aria and apologize? Anxiously, Donatello took a chance and called her, but the call was immediately taken to voicemail. She shut off her phone. That wasn't a good sign. Perhaps he should have left a voicemail, but he didn't know what to say.

Without any news of a break in, Donatello assumed either April got caught quickly, or she decided not to go through with it. Either way, he couldn't bring himself to care. Much of his energy was drained by now. He didn't bother to wait until his phone was fully charged. Instead, Donatello left the car and checked the GPS to find out where he was and how to get home. It was quite a ways from the Lair, but that was of little consequence right now. He slipped into the sewers and began his long walk back home, emotionally drained from this disaster of a night.

It took nearly an hour for Donatello to slowly trudge back. When he arrived, his brothers were naturally curious where he had been all time.

"Donnie!" Leonardo exclaimed as he rushed over to his little brother, noting the devastated and tired look in his eyes. "What the heck is going on?!"

Without replying to Leonardo, his eyes drifted to the couch where a suit bag was hung over the arm. "…Aria left the suit here…?"

"Huh?" Leonardo looked back at the suit cover, "oh, um, yeah. …she waited here for like, an hour, but her butler forced her to leave cause they were already late."

"Was she upset…?" Donatello asked, already sure he knew the answer.

Leonardo appeared uncomfortable now. "Well…um…it wasn't too bad until she tried calling and your phone was off, cause after that, Mikey suggested that we call April to get a hold of you and she…put two and two together…"

Donatello flinched slightly, "…what?"

Mikey threw up his hands defensively, "whoa! I only did that because April sent us that message saying you went to her house to fix the car and I figured, if your phone died, the easiest way to track you down was to call her!"

Donatello only stared at his little brother as the information sunk in. So not only did Aria think he stood her up, but she thought he was with April this entire time? Not to mention the fact that April had lied to everyone so they wouldn't go looking for him. "I wasn't at Aprils. …she lied." He muttered bitterly.

"What?" Leonardo asked in surprise. "Why would she lie about that?"

"I don't know!" Donatello snapped back, confused and upset. "She doesn't trust Aria, so she didn't want me to see her! But I never expected her to do something like this!"

"Easy, bro," Raphael added, "we can set April straight and tell her to back off on the subject."

"A little late now! And what do you think I've been doing?!" Insisted Donatello, "now everything is messed up!"

Leonardo placed his hand on Donatello's shoulder, "I'm sure that Aria will understand when you explain things to her."

Donatello wasn't so sure. Would Aria really believe that he just passed out and was unconscious all this time? He couldn't prove he wasn't with April. "…if she'll even agree to talk with me after tonight. I already tried to call her and she shut her phone off. She never does that…"

"Just get some sleep. I'm sure things will be better in the morning," suggested Leo with a sympathetic smile.

Donatello didn't say anything, but he nodded his head, dragging his feet towards his bedroom. He shut his door, sliding his shell against the wall to sit on the floor with a miserable sigh. This night went from bad to worse so quickly and he didn't understand how he lost control. He wondered if Aria had cried. Or perhaps she was so angry at him that she didn't feel the need to be sad. Honestly, he didn't know which he would have preferred. He pulled out his phone to look at the picture of Aria again. When it came to love, Donatello just couldn't seem to win.

With a heavy heart, Donatello pulled himself up and flopped onto his bed, keeping his phone in his hands. He wanted to be ready if Aria called or messaged him. Though he still wasn't sure how he could explain this, he wanted to try and clear things up as soon as possible.

Unfortunate for the techy turtle, the night passed without a single call. He tried to sleep, but he kept tossing and turning, checking his phone periodically, only to be disappointed when there was nothing to be seen. He fiddled with his phone several times to make sure it was working, but mostly because he didn't want to think that Aria was avoiding him.

"…is it too early to call?" He asked himself, glancing at the time. 7AM didn't seem too desperate, did it? No. Even if it did, he refused to let this go on too long. He anxiously tapped his phone and called Aria, but to his dismay, her phone was still sending him straight to voicemail.

Donatello whimpered and hung his head. He must have really messed up for Aria to cut off all communication like this. Or, best case scenario, Lawrence took her phone away again. Either way, he couldn't just run to her home like he did when she was sick. He was grounded now.

Leaving his room, his brothers tried to greet him, but Donatello said nothing and slumped himself down at the kitchen table, thumping his forehead against the tables surface.

"…uuuh…morning, Dee…" Mikey tried with a smile as he prepared breakfast.

"It's over. I ruined everything. I had a beautiful, sweet, brilliant girlfriend…and I ruined it so fast!" Whimpered Donatello.

Mikey pat his brothers shell, "aw, come on, Donnie, I bet you can find another beautiful billionaire that loves you unconditionally and doesn't care that you're a mutant."

Leonardo sighed and gently shoved Mikey away from Donatello, "that's not helping Mike…"

"All I had to do was stay here. It should've been so easy, but like an idiot, I made the mistake of trusting April when I KNEW she didn't like Aria! I'm supposed to be the smart one! Now, not only did I upset Aria by standing her up, she thinks I stood her up in favor of April!" Donatello thunked his forehead against the table again.

"Yeeeaaaah…I mean…that might be hard to fix…" Leonardo agreed, "but, if there is one thing I've noticed about Aria, it's that she is just as obsessed and blinded by love as you are! I bet this will all blow over after you two get a chance to talk."

"…which…might be a while…" Raphael added aloud, bringing everyone's attention to the television as he turned up the volume.

It was a gossip entertainment channel, talking about the events of last night. A young woman was talking about the drama that went down at the charity event. She had been talking about Aria and another individual when Raphael turned it up.

"—and though she left the party rather early after that, from what I hear, she cancelled several meetings this morning. Nothing has been confirmed, but rumors about her health are running around. After all, sources say that several doctors were seen rushing to her residence late last night and no one has seen them come out."

Donatello didn't think he had the energy to panic, but once Arias health was mentioned, his blood turned to ice. "…w-wait," he began while standing from his seat, albeit a little unsteady, "…this is just some gossip piece. …they-they don't really know if she's sick…"

Leonardo rushed over to Raphael and snatched the remote away, turning off the television to spare his little brother the worry, "that's right," he replied with a forced smile, "it's just gossip! Didn't Aria say she was working on a big project? Maybe they confused Doctors with scientists? I mean, they both wear white coats, right?!"

He wanted to believe his brothers attempts to delude him, but Donatello knew more than anyone else how sick Aria really was. If she got sick last night, this only made his absence worse. He could have been there for her when she started to feel ill. The turtle was feeling nauseated now. Everything was spiraling and he couldn't seem to stop things from sinking further and further.

"You guys!" April shouted cheerfully as she rushed into the Lair holding up her phone, clearly eager to show them something.

The moment Donatello heard her voice, a fire burned up into his throat. He whipped around to glare at the redhead, stopping her in her tracks. "How could you honestly think you'd be welcome here right now?!" Donatello barked furiously, alarming everyone in the room.

April certainly looked guilty, but she still stepped forward, "o-okay, I know what I did was wrong, but look! I got it! I was actually able to get some evidence that Aria is up to no good!" She insisted, holding out her phone.

"I DON'T CARE!" Shouted Donatello, snatching her phone and slamming it down onto the ground where the screen shattered.

His brothers gasped, but no one was more surprised than April. "…wh-why did you do that?! All the photos were on there! I can prove that I was right this whole time!"

Donatello clenched his fists at his sides as he breathed deep. "…did you ever think that all this effort to prove your point was hurting ME more than anyone?! You keep blaming Aria for everything, but you're the one making things worse between us! You want to keep me from getting hurt?! Well you gotta funny way of going about it! Because of your paranoia, I was forced to break my promise and now Aria is sick and I can't even be there for her!"

"D-Dee…" Leonardo started, stepping in between the two to face his brother properly. "You have every right to be angry…but you need to calm down."

"Why?! Why do I always have to be the rational one?! I've been trying to keep the peace this entire time, but the end result was April thinking she can do anything she wanted! Completely disregarding how it would affect anyone else!"

"That's not true, Donnie," April pleaded, "just please listen to me! Listen to what I found at her house!"

"…I don't care what you found." Donatello said finally.

"What? …but—but it's important! It proves that I was right! She's after—"

"—STOP IT!" Snapped Donatello again, tears clinging to the edge of his eyes. "I don't want to hear what you found! Maybe I don't care what she's after! Maybe I'd rather hear it from her! So whatever you have to say, you can say at Aria's bedside, because that's where I'll be!" He finished, stomping past Leonardo and April to head for the exit.

"Whoa! Donnie, hang on!" Leonardo insisted, "you can't just run off again. It's still early in the morning! It will be too hard for you to hide."

"I don't care!" Donatello shouted back before he dashed off.

He could hear Leonardo calling after him, but Donatello only ran faster. Too much. It was too much. All the love he felt for April before had made this anger so much worse. He felt betrayed and used. Her selfish actions kept turning his world upside down, but she didn't seem to care. As if his feelings didn't matter at all, April just assumed everything would go back to how it used to be. How could she possibly think that after all this?

Once Donatello slid the manhole cover open and began to lift himself out of the sewer, he was shocked to find that Lawrence was standing just a few feet away, staring down at him. Whether he was here to scold him or not, Donatello didn't care. He scrambled up to his feet and rushed over to the stoic butler.

"Is Aria okay?!" He asked desperately.

"…come with me." Lawrence said simply, turning to head for the town car idling behind him. He opened the back door and though Donatello was a bit confused, when he heard Leonardo's voice getting closer, he nodded at Lawrence.

"Okay, let's go," Donatello agreed and got into the car, looking out the window to catch a glimpse of his brother coming out of the sewer before Lawrence drove off.

"It seems you've had quite the morning," Lawrence commented.

"I didn't mean to leave Aria alone last night…" Donatello said first, knowing that Lawrence must have been upset with him over it.

"There are bigger things to worry about right now."

Donatello sank into his seat, glancing out the window listlessly. "…you have feelings for Aria. Don't you?" His question ushered in a heavy silence. He couldn't see Lawrence's face, so the turtle wasn't able to read a reaction, but he knew the answer already. "…it would be weird if you didn't. Being with her all the time."

"My family has been serving the Dawns for generations. I was raised to serve her and I am very good at my job." Lawrence answered.

Donatello sighed. Avoiding the question was as good as confirming it anyway. "…I see…"

"Miss Aria doesn't know I came to get you," Lawrence informed the turtle as they reached the gates of her estate. "But it's important that you see her."

He didn't care so much why Lawrence was doing this. Donatello was just glad that he could see Aria and explain, or even just be there for her while she was sick. He kept messing up and disappointing her. He didn't want to do that anymore. "Is it her heart?" Donatello asked as the car stopped.

"Floor 32," answered Lawrence simply. "I'll be up there shortly."

Instead of asking why Lawrence was being so cryptic, Donatello dashed for the elevator and waited anxiously as it lifted him towards the 32nd floor. When the doors opened he rushed out into the hall and slipped on the marble flooring, crashing into the Doctor that he had met the last time he came to see a sick Aria.

"Whoa there!" Dr. Fetters exclaimed, barely able to keep her balance when Donatello bumped her.

"S-sorry! Where's Aria?! Is she okay? Is it her heart?!"

Dr. Fetters looked confused for a moment. "…her heart, huh?" She muttered before glancing at Donatello. "Did Lawrence bring you here?"

"Yeah, he wouldn't tell me anything, can someone just tell me if she's okay?!"

Again, the Doctor was quiet, as if thinking of an answer. "Did Aria say something was wrong with her heart?"

Donatello groaned in frustration over once again getting no answers. "No. I saw the surgical scar. No one has told me anything."

"That kid is definitely up to something…" the doctor mumbled under her breath.

"Doctor!" Donatello called out impatiently. "Can you please tell me what's going on?"

"If Lawrence brought you here, I'm sure he has a reason. Aria is in the room behind me. Try not to startle her and walk slowly, okay? The equipment in there is expensive."

Donatello didn't want to stick around for more vague conversation. He rushed into the room, expecting to see Aria laying on a hospital bed. Instead, he was relieved to see that she wasn't hooked up to a bed at all. Aria appeared to have fallen asleep while she was sitting by the window in a cozy little nook with an open book in her lap. Though she was wearing what looked like a hospital gown, nothing else would suggest she was ill.

A sigh of relief escaped him and Donatello walked quietly into the room, trying to be careful not to wake her right away. "…you really scared me…" he whispered as he sat himself down beside her. Since she looked so peaceful, he didn't want to bother her, but when he saw the book slipping, he hurriedly leaned over to catch it and his eyes caught sight of something alarming. On the side of her neck, green and black veins could be seen beneath her skin, disappearing under her gown. With a gasp, Donatello dropped the book on the floor with small thud.

Aria twitched at the sound and her eyes fluttered open. The moment Donatello came into focus however, Aria gasped and nearly jumped up in her seat. "Don—agh!" She winced in pain, huddling over to grab her chest.

"D-don't move!" Donatello insisted in concern, grabbing her arms to steady her.

"What—why are you…?!" Aria choked out, finding it difficult to breath, but holding it together as best she could.

"I brought him here," Lawrence answered as he entered the room.

Arias eyes brimmed with tears and she tried to pull away from Donatello, the black-green veins only spreading up her cheek the more she struggled. "Y-you promised you wouldn't say anything!" She barked at Lawrence.

"Aria, please…!" Donatello pleaded, gripping her arms gently so she wouldn't fall backward while tried to get away. "…what's going on?!"

"I'm afraid there is no point in hiding it anymore, Miss Aria. I thought it best he hear it from you before that O'Neil girl made him misunderstand."

Donatello wasn't sure what was going on, but clearly Lawrence had planned all this somehow. He just wasn't sure of his reasoning behind it. The veins on Arias body, the surgical scar, and her reaction to him being here, it was evident now that this was much more than a heart condition.