Of Turtles and Lizards

That Old Turtle Luck

My eyes widened as I saw the punk lying out on the concrete pointing a gun at my older brother's back. I don't even remember making the decision to move before I yelled shoving Leonardo out of the line of fire.

——————————————————————————————————————

Don's POV

My heart practically beat out of my chest. If there's one thing that I'm afraid of its guns. Bullets rip through tissue, kill in seconds. Proabably one of the most dangerous inventions known to man. I mean, laser guns, plasma guns, not as bad because even if they hit you they might not kill you immediately, but one metal bullet and you could be crippled for life. I frowned as I went towards my brothers after knocking out the remaining Dragon.

After the fight Leo ran towards us, sheathing his katanas.

"You guys alright?" He looked at me and I nodded. He turned to our youngest brother. "Mikey?"

Michelangelo smiled. "All good bro."

"Raph?" Leo asked. There was no answer.

I looked over at my immediate older brother in time to see him go wide-eyed. The next thing we knew everything was a blur. Raph shoved me and Mikey aside as he lunged at Leo.

The sound of a gunshot rang through the air as Raphael yelled, "LEO!"

I stood in shock as I watched my older brothers hit the ground side by side with a loud thud. I couldn't move, I was paralyzed, rooted to the spot. Michelangelo stormed past me to the Purple Dragon with a furious look on his normally happy face. I shakily moved towards Leonardo, who was slowly pushing himself up. I offered my hand and he took it, giving a short nod of gratitude. Once Leo was back on his feet he shook his head, slowly recovering from the shock.

——————————————————————————————————————————

Leo's POV

I shook my head and took a deep breath trying to calm my frantic heart rate. I looked around, my eyes immediately landing on Raphael, who lay plastron down and completely unmoving on the concrete. I gasped and rushed to his side turning him over gently. I saw the blood on the pavement and I swallowed. Oh shell. I took my hot-headed brother's face in my hands. I could feel Donatello rushing over to Raph's side and beginning to examine him. "Raph! Raph can you hear me?" Raphael remained still and my worry grew. "Raph please, hang in there! We need you, little brother. I need you. Please. Please don't die on me, Raphael!"

Raph's eyes opened just a crack and he spoke. "Gee, thanks for the vote of confidence, Leo." The red masked turtle said between gritted teeth.

I stared at him in awe. He's talking, so his airways aren't blocked. That's a good sign. I took second look at the pavement and realized that, while there was a lot of blood, Raph probably hadn't lost enough to put him in danger. Also good. Phew.

Donnie was leaning over Raphael's left side, while I was on his right. My purple clad brother unceremoniously pulled Raph's mask off his face and began applying pressure to the wound in his shoulder. "How is he, Don?" I asked, my voice shaking slightly, afraid of what Don was about to tell me.

"It hurts like shell, but I'll be fine." The hothead answered.

"I wasn't talking to you." I said to my stubborn younger brother who, considering he just got shot, seemed to be in amazingly good spirits. Well as good as you could get with him. If Raph's still being difficult despite his injuries, it's probably a good sign. I thought.