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Epilogue

The three boys spend weeks sleeping, barely showing consciousness throughout the days. Whenever someone did wake up, there were no communication. Mikey would be awake for a few minutes to puke up bale mixed with blood, and Leo would cough his lungs out to then puke up blood and mucus. Raph would not wake up even once, making everyone fear that he was going into a coma. Things were not looking well for the family, but no one seemed to be in danger anymore, they were just… Resting…

Donnie was starting to get some feeling back to his toes, and by the end of the second week, he was able to wiggle them. They had been ready to accept that he would never get to walk again when he suddenly showed signs of healing. By the end of the fourth week, he could feel his feet, and they were even ticklish.

Once they realized that Donnie was fast to heal, a theory occurred. They had always been fast to heal, so perhaps sharing some of his healthy mutagen with his brothers would make the healing procedure faster. They tried it out, and within another week, Mikey stopped puking up blood. However, it left Donnie drained.

They had been watching the news every evening to stay updated on the situation in New York, and every time, the death count grew. It was mostly children and elderly people, and to no one's surprise, the city was under quarantine. Permission to leave the city was only granted very few, the rest would have to stay. Oroko Saki was still acting like some holy messiah, the savior of the diseased, and his follower count only grew. He was worshiped by those healing, an unhealthy obsession of a greater scale that could only be forced onto them. No one asked any questions, they accepted his ways without as much as a raised finger. There was no doubt, he was using the cure to brainwash them. Either that or the illness had left some serious mental marks. It could be the ladder; it would explain why Raphael had gone mad back in April's apartment. No matter what, they could not go back, not yet at least, it was too dangerous and they were not ready to fight.

It was around the sixth week, a lukewarm spring morning in the start of April, when Raphael finally woke from his slumber. He was disoriented which was not much of a surprise, yet he was able to talk. Most of his sentences did not make much sense, but somehow he still managed to communicate. His posture was sloppy, and he would occasionally start to tremble only for it to turn into a seizure. Nevertheless, he was awake, and that was a miracle all on its own.

Within a few days after Raph woke up, Leo and Mikey began to stay awake for longer and communicate as well. It was short and basic sentences like "thirsty" or "hurts", but the one occasion that really broke Donnie's heart, was when Mikey reached out his arm with teary eyes and asked for a hug. He wanted him to feel better, to be back to his old happy self and tease them, to hear him sing in the shower. Instead, what he heard the most was crying. They all cried. Leo would start to cry when he could not breathe, Raph's eyes would tear up when his body started to cramp up, and Mikey would sob whenever he woke up in pain. It was too much, they were all still miserable, and it could take months before any of them would get out of bed.

Yet Donnie would not give up on them. He knew they would get better; they were showing signs of improving every day. Raph went from approximately eleven long seizures a day, to around seven, and by the end of April it was down to five. Leo stopped coughing blood and no longer needed a breathing machine in the daytime. Mikey was in less pain and stopped waking up in the middle of the night crying. In addition, Donnie could now move his feet without problems. He was still numb from the ankle and to his hips, but he was satisfied with the process.

By the middle of May, all three of them could hold onto objects without losing their grip. Mikey even managed to bring a cup of water to his mouth without spilling. They would do motoric and linguistic exercises after lunch, and within the end of May, they were able to walk from their bed and to the bathroom. They would still put towels under the sheets, just in case.

Another month, somewhere in the middle of June, Leo stopped using the breathing machine completely. They no longer needed IV fluids, and they were able to walk around with crutches. They still had to keep an eye on them, especially now that they walked around the house. Mikey needed help walking up and down the stairs due to the lack of an arm, Leo couldn't walk too far due to his lungs, and due to still daily seizures, Raph wasn't allowed to walk alone in case of an attack.

Things were getting better, and their personalities started to come back. Leo watched space heroes in the evening with April, Mikey helped with the Dinner the best he could, and Casey somehow managed to wrestle gently with Raph without causing any harm. If the fight turned into cramps, Casey would stop and let him be until it stopped. In worst-case scenario, he would vomit, and that was then they learned the new thresholds.

Another month would go by before they could start training again, and once they reached August, they agreed on going back to New York to clean up the mess the Kranng and the Shredder had brought upon their home city. It was time for revenge.