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The quiet breathing of his injured brother did little to ease Donatello’s fears. His talk with Leo had lifted an emotional burden from his shoulders, but logically, he couldn’t ignore the severity of Raph’s injury. The damage to the femoral artery was no laughing matter. Even though he had managed to staunch the bleeding, and reattach the artery he knew it was far from over. There were so many things that could go wrong with this kind of injury, and that was if Raph managed to pull through. He was stable, but… The slow creak of his lab door had Donnie breaking out of his dark scenarios, turning his head to the intrud

Leo was awake. He was awake and he was smiling, despite his weakness. He would heal and he would be alright. Raphael watched, from a few feet away, as Donnie gave their oldest brother yet another checkup, talking about the damage done, about healing times, about this and that and it all turned to white noise in his ears. With infinite patience, Leonardo sat on the couch, answering whatever Donnie would ask him, smiling reassuringly at the youngest, at April, even managing a small grin for Casey. When steel-blue orbs rose to find his, Raphael dropped his gaze away and off to the side, unable to meet his brother's eyes. April blurted abou

Summary: Leonardo, near death, is carried home in his father’s arms. 2k12 ‘verse. Rated K+, 1,074 words, Hurt/Comfort, Family - Not a death fic, I swear. ‘Cuz I needed a break from NaNo, dammit, that’s why. Ahem. ...Also, Sarah McLachlan happened. ____________________________________________________________ In the Arms of an Angel ____________________________________________________________ Leo didn't remember how he'd gotten there. He didn't recall him coming along at the start of the mission, perhaps Donatello had called him, sometime between the first wave of Foot bots and the arrival of the Shredder. Or maybe he

Mikey had always hated Master Splinter’s room. Not that he hated his father, far from it. He just hated how everything was just so effortlessly calm. All his life the orange-banded ninja had struggled with focusing, and when in his father’s room, the struggle seemed to intensify tenfold. The incense his sensei burned tickled his nose, and the fraying tatami mats on the floor poked through his cushion making him squirm. Add that to the fact his father’s voice demanded his full attention, the competition between all his senses was too much. Splinter over the years had come to notice this, and as a compromise had found other r

Warning: Some blood; violence ******************************************************************************************************* Mikey felt his chest swell as he took in a deep breath of heavy New York air. After months of being confined to the sewers, he was finally back where he belonged, beside his brothers, dancing across rooftops. It hadn’t been easy to get here. Masking his pain as he worked tirelessly through his physical therapy. Relearning his body as he sweated through kata after kata under Leo’s strict instruction. Trying desperately to prove to them he was ready to protect his family. Trying to prove to RaphR