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Donatello felt infinitely lucky to have Casey Jr.  here to help with Leo’s care. He had no idea what he was doing; Leo was the medic, but here he was now, half-dead on the cot he’d treated them all on before. Except, he wasn’t half-dead anymore. He’d actually been recovering quite nicely, it’d only been about a week and a half since the Invasion, and his shell was nearly a quarter of the way through healing over.

Leo was put into a medical induced coma a week and a half ago. When he’d come through the portal from the pris- that horrible place, he was hysterical. He was in so much pain, with a cracked shell and multiple breaks in just about every bone in his body, but somehow.. he was still here. Donnie didn’t believe in miracles, but this could well be classified as one. Any other person, even himself, would have died from either shock from the pain or just blood loss. It was surprising to find that no bits of bone had launched themselves into Leo’s brain.

Donnie was worried. Leo had been unconscious for a week and a half,  by order of Casey, and Donnie trusted him well enough, but he couldn’t shake the feeling. What if he was wrong? What if Leo had some sort of super-serious undetected brain injury that hadn’t had time to heal itself properly before they put him under, and he doesn’t wake up? What.. what if his brother turns into a vegetable?

Donnie sat on the stool beside the cot and held his wet face in his hands. Crying wasn’t his thing, he doesn’t like to cry. But since the invasion, he’s been practically inconsolable. Something about seeing all of his family so hurt and not knowing how to help them made him want to sob.

He held Leo’s hand gently, listening to the small but labored breaths escaping him. It was horrible. He closed his eyes.

He felt his hand squeeze.

Donnie’s head shot up from his hand. He saw Leo’s eyes open blearily, and he let out a choked sob. He was awake. 

“Leo.” He said with a soft smile, tears falling gently down his cheeks.

Leo grumbled, looking around the room with exhausted confusion. “Don?” He said, voice hoarse and eyes sort of looking through him.

“Yeah, Lee, I’m here.” Donnie could feel the tears fall faster. He might have to review his beliefs, because this was nothing short of a miracle.

Leo tried to sit up, but Donnie stopped him. He was connected to so many IVs and heart monitors that Casey had lost count for a second.

“Hey, take it easy. You got really hurt, but it’ll be okay.”

“..Is Raphie okay?” He mumbled, voice so crackly and broken up that it was hard to understand, but Donnie got it.

“Yeah, Raph’s alright. We’re all okay, don’t worry. Just focus on getting better. Everything’s alright.”

Leo hummed. He closed his eyes. “’M sorry.” He mumbled. What?

“..Sorry? What for?” Donnie asked, squeezing Leo’s hand gently. He had nothing to apologize for.

“I got you all hurt. I was ‘sposed to fix it, but I made it worse. ‘N then I tried to fix it again, but you guys saved me. …Why did you save me?”

It was obvious that Leo wasn’t all there. He’d just woken up from a week-long coma, of course he wasn’t. But this clearly wasn’t just pain med-high rambling.

“..What?” What the hell does he mean: ‘why did you save me?’ Of fucking course they did, Leo’s their brother!

“Why’d you save me?” Leo repeated, the same grumbly tone as the first time.

“Because you’re our brother. Of course we saved you. Did you.. not want to be saved?” That was a horrifying thought. Did- was Leo.. suicidal?

“Well.. like-” Leo tried to navigate a sentence. it was clearly taking a lot of energy from him. Maybe he should go back to sleep. Donnie wasn’t sure he wanted the answer to his question anyway.

“Maybe you should rest some more.”

“I didn’ deserve to be saved, Don.”

Donnie’s heart dropped. Yes, he absolutely fucking did. When did he start feeling this way?

“Yes, you did.”

“I didn’. I- I got you all hurt. I don’ know what ‘m doing, ‘m a terrible leader.”

“You just need practice.”

“No, Don, i’s- you all got hurt ‘cause of me. ‘N you still saved me.”

“Because we love you.”

“You shouldn’t.”

Donnie’s jaw fell slack. He’d never seen this side of his brother before.

“You don’t know what you’re talking about. Of course we should love you, you’re our brother. You’re my twin.”

“I thought we weren’t twins.”

“I changed my mind.”

Leo hummed. “I thought you didn’ do that.”

“Well, I did, is that so hard to believe?”

“A little.” Leo chuckled a bit, wheezy and sad-sounding.

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This is just a little useless project I decided to do based on a doodle my friend did a while back named ‘Crime Turtle CO,’ since I was bored I decided to turn it into an actual company which could source the weapons in our OC world. They sell military-grade weaponry and supplies, like the drawings shown, and also bullet-proof vests and MREs and things like that. Also peep the silly turtle shaped grenade :3 the handwriting used for the labels on the weapons are actually my friends handwriting, it’s the handwriting on the doodle so I figured I’d try to mimic it for the effect. 

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I have so many things to share on here but before I do that, here’s an introduction of me and my little OC world.

Me- My name is Maxine, but I go by other names as well (Max, Moon, Pluto, Cupid, Shiloh, Geek, Milk, Kori, etc. I have a lot of names.). I go mostly by it/it’s pronouns but accept she/her and most neos. I’m also nonbinary. I write, draw, and even have a little role-play group chat with my characters that I mess around on with a friend. Lots of things I create are based off of things from there. I have a tiktok account where I show my art, called ‘soupflavoredmilk’ if you’re interested. I’m also hyper-fixated on all things TMNT, obsessed with the 90′s movies and have seen at least one episode of every series. My favorite series is torn between the 2012 series and the 2018 series, but I love them all. I also have some IDW comics.

My OC world- Most of my characters are from either California, Oregon, or literal hell. Some of my characters are demons, and it my little world there’s multiple ways to travel to hell (Much like the hidden city in ROTTMNT), some exampled being an escalator, a subway, and an elevator. Most of these entrances are hidden because, y’know, people aren’t too fond of demons or other dimensions. I have a few outliers, though, like Beta, who lives in Manhattan, or Lorelei and Skunk, who are from a different world entirely. They are my DnD characters. It’s implied that most of the people in california live in a close distance from one another, because they are constantly interacting. I struggle keeping placements consistent, but I don’t really find it in myself to bother atp. Hell, I’ve tried to make Beta and another character from CA interact IRL, so it’s obviously not something I’m amazing at. 

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