Leo sat watching over Mikey. It had been exactly forty-five hours since Mikey lost his arm. He had yet to wake up, and he lost a great deal of blood. There was only so much blood he and Raph could give him. Being mutant turtles there were not many other blood donors. Leo changed the cloth on Mikey head for what seemed like the hundredth time today, he fever was not going down. April had brought some medicine down, but nothing was helping. Leo was cursing Donnie for leaving. Because of him Mikey was dying. If Donnie was here he would know what to do. They did not even have Splinter anymore, he died saving them a year to the date Donnie left.
Mikey's eyes were closed. When he opened them he saw a world of white. Is this what dying was like? Mikey thought dully. He looked around. White all while. Mikey saw not only humans walking around, but other mutants as well. There was one the caught his eye, it was turtle who wore a purple mask. Mikey reached out his left hand, but the was nothing a
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