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“-aph,” his voice extremely raspy and hurt, “R-raph.?” his voice cracked. His baby blues hoping to see emerald glowing eyes back at him. Though none opened. Creaks of the broken ceilings and echoing of walls crumpling were muffled. His vision slightly blurry with black spots slowly fading as his view cleared. Blinking a few times, he got his aching body to shift by the slightest. Not fully sitting up, he leaned on his left, most likely broken arm, but he could not feel it. Not at the moment no. His older brother’s mask had holes torn into them. Eyes closed.
His brother's body lay on his shell, not moving. Breathing only so little. Mikey’s eyes were barely open, shaking his brother oh so weakly. His legs shaking so bad from the impact, and Mikey could care less if his kneepads were out of the game. Mikey sniffed, his eyes searching for any sign of living other than his brother's short breaths. Michelangelo took a shaky breath, coughing out a bit of blood that splattered onto Raph’s plastron, that if it wasn’t blood and Raph were awake, he would have killed Mikey. He smiled weakly at the thought. Mikey took his own bandana off.
Tying it around the huge gash on Raph’s thigh. Mikey exhaled loudly, his breath echoing through the quiet office. Mikey cupped Raph’s face -that was turned facing the other direction- to face him. His blue eyes looking down at Raph’s closed ones, hoping to see green ones at least once more. But there was no sign of them unshutting. Mikey sniffed, shaking him gently one more time, ignoring his own injuries, hand on Raph’s plastron, his voice fractured and sounding like a child who had never had water once in his life, “R-raph, b-ro, w-ake up,” he gasped, his voice trembled.
“C’-mon b-bro… we h-have to w-wa-watch t-t-t-the f-fin-nale o-of S-S-space H-heroes,” he sniffed pathetically, “-w-we p-pro-promised L-Leo d-dude.” Mikey winced when his left side shot up in pain. He did not care. Raph needed to wake up. At least an unhealthy amount of blood left his mouth, dripping down his chin. His head dropped, heavy, looking down to the puddle of red ooze beneath him and Raph. Which was weird. He had always thought that turtles had green blood like their skin. He gazed over to Raph’s plastron once more, the crack that looked so much like a lightning bolt that Mikey always thought was cool.
He was not even sure if he would even tell Raphael that one more time. No. Sensei always said to not lose hope. He shook Raph more stronger this time, though it was still weak, “R-raph, Raphie, Ra-Raphael.?” He released his hand from Raph’s chest, holding his cheek again, tears welling in his eyes. “Raph I-I’m s-cared.” Mikey shaked, his body screaming to stop leaning on his left side. Fingers trembling like he was touching something valuable. Which he was right now. His heart pounded as he tried to recall what had happened earlier. It was supposed to be a simple mission.
If they had just known it was a trap.
His eyes fought to stay open, where were Leo and Donnie? Right, they were patrolling around the west. While Raph and Mikey were in control of the East. Mikey opposed the urge to not let the tears slip past. He had to stay strong, for Raph. Raphael was always protecting Mikey, so why could Mikey not do the same? Was he not strong enough? He shook his head so slowly. “Raph. W-we gotta g-go.”
A red spark caught the corner of his eye, slowly turning his head to look at the wall. That had lit on fire. “S-shell..” he whispered. His pupils shrinking to pencil drawn dots. He grunted, going back to focus on his injured brother. Who groaned, but there was no sign of waking up anytime soon. Mikey felt his right side, that was facing the fire, now heat up. The fire growing larger by the second. Mikey gritted his teeth as he struggled to muffle his scream as he got up from his left arm. Tears drying up for two main reasons, the heat, and the thought of saving his brother just giving him motivation.
He pulled himself up, his leg, also probably sprained or worse. His right arm below Raph’s shell, but before he did any sudden movements, he untied Raph’s mask, before readjusting it to around his mouth. lifting him up, and swiftly throwing him behind Mikey’s back. Just in between his neck and shell. Mikey pulled one of his nunchucks from his belt, extending the chain, wrapping it around Raph’s lazy body and across Michelangelo's plastron. Almost tripping when he forgot about his sprained ankle. That did not matter. Raph did. Mikey stuck to his right ankle mostly, while his left arm just dangled loosely.
However, the minute he fell to the ground, he knew he would not make it out safe without a fight.
Looking at the window across, the only place where the bomb had not yet clogged. Darn those Purple Dragons. The window was shattered however, but if it was the only exit then so be it. The orange and red flames swirled around the once perfect office. Colorful posters now are nothing but depressing ashes. Brown tables now dismembered and gone. Printers and white clean papers were crumbled and twisted apart like straws. Mikey looked back at Raph, before glaring around him. Coughing up grey tiny clouds. It was hard to control them, and he just wished he covered his own mouth.
He crawled over to the window, his right arm and left leg were no use, so he would have to deal with them later. His loose shell aching from Raph’s body, once they were out and alive, if they made it out, he would probably go weigh Raph. The brother was heavier or at least had the weight of a house. Though it was most likely due to Mikey’s broken body that made him weaker.
As he took gentle but fast steps, he felt the floor rumble. Oh shell no. The floor began to tilt and swept both to the side, yet Mikey caught the edge of a wall to hold onto so they wouldn’t fall further. “H-hold o-on Ra-aph!” his voice split for the thirtieth time at least. Mikey shut his eyes tight. Get going Mikey. You won’t get Raph out if you keep this up. He soothed himself. Getting up closer to the window.
Stepping on the edge of the shattered glass, he looked outside, his hand holding Raph’s as he carefully looked for somewhere to land. The rooftop nearby was in good shape, ish. But good enough to land. Mikey steadied himself, shakily breathing before he leaped. His and Raph’s bodies move through now cold yet soothing air. Just in time before the building started to collapse.
Mikey smiled, the adrenaline rushing through his body. The gust of wind blowing that tails of Raph’s bandana. Before Mikey had even realized the outcome of it all. Falling on his bad leg and hearing a sickening crunch as he shrieked and fell to the ground. Rolling to the edge of the wall where he leaned against the floor. There was a little room where it led to the staircase to go down.
Mikey took more than half of the damage, which was good news to him for some absolute unknown reason. He hissed in pain, rolling to his sides back and forth as he clutched his leg. Holding it to his chest. A wet liquid slipped like rain from his eyes to his cheeks as he wheezed.
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It took Mikey half an hour to calm down, now leaning against the wall of the stairway entry with Raph by his side. Whose bleeding had stopped minutes ago and thankfully his breaths were more even. The only things heard were sirens and shaky inhales. Honestly, half that situation Michelangelo had no idea what he was doing. Making sense knowing he was not the planning guy, that was Leo. But there was one thing he knew, that if Raphael was going down, Michelangelo would gladly go down too. No brother left behind. Mikey held Raph’s hand in his, tightly and secured.
His head leaned on Raph’s shoulder, he knew they shouldn’t pass out in the open wild but he wanted nothing to do but rest if he was being honest. He just had to wait, right? Leo and Donnie would come soon. Then he can sleep, right.? His eyes started to flutter like flapping wings as sounds were muffled, his vision was horrendous. He half closed his eyes, looking at the ground, before looking at his swollen injuries.
His right arm had a bone sticking out… and his left ankle was swollen and dirty, purple and green all together. He blinked, seeing a slight blue and purple above a few buildings away. Oh. He can rest now. Yay.
Mikey held Raph’s hand tighter.