Lost But Never Found

Its Getting Hard To Breathe

The week prior had been a roller coaster.

Leo had gone into the medbay, just to give Indigo a check up, to make sure his unconscious turtle friend was still ok.

He checked the vitals, heart rate was still good, he was breathing fine and everything else seemed normal.

Besides the broken bones, internal damage and the dozens upon dozens of scars that littered practically every inch of Indigo's body.

Leo shook the thoughts from his head, though his eyes drifted to the x-ray images sitting on the table, mocking him relentlessly.

After giving the turtle one last once over he walked over to the table, picking up the images yet again, for perhaps the hundredth time since they were printed.

Where to begin? Three fractured ribs, the severed ulna and fractured radius in his right arm? The obvious concussion?

Those were just the current injuries.

Looking at the images now it was so much worse than Leo originally thought. Broken bones that healed incorrectly like the dozens of tiny fractures in his upper arms, like something grabbed him and tried to crush him.

Or the absolute disaster of a right knee. It looked like the kneecap had almost been shattered. Torn muscles and scar tissue were surrounding the joint. It looked so easy to dislocate, like even just standing on it wrong could push the joint out of what's left of the socket.

How was he even walking on it?

The worst part is that it was recent, about two or three years old. Leo almost felt sick. Was Indigo forced to fight right after the injury? That's just pure vile! Doesn't Big Mama let her competitors rest after major injuries like that? The injury will only get worse if not!

Judging by how messed up the knee is, that's probably what happened.

God, Indigo was in the Battle Nexus for years! Fighting for as long as he could remember.

"I'm never gonna let Big Mama hurt you again." Leo suddenly said out loud, watching the slightly strained rise and fall of Indigo's chest with every breath he took.

The pictures were set back on the table, with the slider making a mental note to get a knee brace for Indigo for when he wakes up. That should at least help stabilize the joint a bit while letting him use the leg.

A soft beep sounded from the nearby machine. The blood analyzer, it seems it was finally finished after forty eight hours. Only reason it was forty eight was because Donnie got the first blood sample contaminated and the results were inclusive. So Leo did the second sample since his twin brother can build machines like they came from a comic book but a little blood makes him too queasy.

Regardless, the results were being printed so Leo was happy.

Once the paper was free from the printer, the slider snatched it while it was still warm. He looked it over, noticing something…

"What?"

You see the machine was primarily used to figure out blood type, gotta make sure any blood donations are from a compatible donor or else blood poisoning will happen and that's a nightmare to deal with.

But it can also check for diseases in the blood and even parentage.

Leo was staring at the results, slack jawed as his mind tried to process what he was seeing.

He grabbed the papers and sprinted out of the medbay, the rest of his family was in the living room rewatching the classic Jupiter Jim movies.

"Guys!" Leo screamed before tripping on the fallen pillows. He landed on the hard floor with a thud, all the papers scattering around the room.