teenage mutant ninja turtles · rottmnt · grief · tragedy · donatello · leonardo · michelangelo · brotherhood · angst · post-apocalyptic
The sterile scent of the med bay felt suffocating, clinging to the heavy, oppressive silence. Leo sat perched on the edge of the cot, his gaze fixed on the thick bandages wrapping the stump where his arm had been—a brutal physical manifestation of the day's cost. Beside him, Mickey clung to Leo's remaining hand, his thumb tracing small, desperate circles against the skin in a futile attempt to provide comfort. In the far corner, Donnie was a slumped shadow, his eyes wide and vacant, staring at nothing. "He's gone..." Leo whispered, his voice cracking under the weight of a reality he couldn't accept. "He's actually dead...?"