Four.

Despite the olive branch that had been extended the previous night, there was still an enormous gap to bridge between the four brothers.

Specifically, between Mikey and his older siblings. He still hadn't quite forgiven the brains and the brawn of their little team for the stunt that they pulled earlier in the week, and to be completely honest, forgiveness probably wasn't an option at the moment.

"For the hundredth time, Raph, I'm not taking antidepressants!"

A stubborn Donatello was scary, but a stubborn Raphael was just annoying - and in way over his head.

"Look, why don't you just give them a try?" the red-banded turtle urged, holding the bottle out so his youngest brother could see it. As if Mikey didn't know it was there.

Mikey's eyes blazed and he ripped the pills from Raphael's hand, then chucked them across the room, where they hit the opposite wall and left a dent the size of his fist. "Medication doesn't solve every problem, Raphael! For the love of-"

"Stop acting like a child!" the hotheaded ninja snapped, finally fed up. Subtlety was not in his nature, but helpless anger was, and his emotions had been building for weeks.

"I am a child!" Mikey roared back. "And you trying to shove pills down my throat isn't helping anything!"

"Maybe it would help more if you'd stop being so pigheaded and actually try to get better!"

"I don't need advice from someone who can't even control his temper for a few minutes!"

"You do need advice! You need help, Mike! You're sick. Don't you understand?!"

Mikey stopped, then, and the fire in his eyes died as his voice went cold. "Yeah," he said softly. "Yeah, I do understand."

The younger ninja turned and left the room without another word, and Raphael was alone, silently fuming and wondering how it went so wrong.

Leo found his baby brother under a lump of covers in their shared room. "Mike?" the former leader called gently, knocking twice on the doorframe.

The blankets and pillows did not move, but they did grumble a reply.

Leonardo took that as an affirmation and stepped cautiously into the room. "I got worried about you earlier. I haven't seen you all afternoon." No answer from the lump. "Did it have anything to do with Raph? He looked pretty pissed."

That did it. Mikey's head shot out from under the blankets, allowing his oldest brother to see all that he was trying to conceal - red-rimmed eyes, tearstained face, and the absolute misery of his expression. "He's an asshole," the freckled turtle said, as if that explained everything.

"Ye-es," Leo replied slowly. "We already covered that."

"No, I mean-" Mikey huffed and scowled. "Forget it."

"What did he do to you, little brother?" The older turtle's voice was soft. Cajoling.

And after a long moment, Mikey caved. "He tried to shove pills down my throat. Stupid freaking antidepressants."

"Ah," was the only response that Leonardo could offer.

It was not enough. "That's all you've got? Seriously? No words of wisdom? Just 'Ah'?"

Leo blinked, not expecting that much anger. "I-"

"You're on their side, aren't you? Now that they've played nice and given your swords back, you're all good."

"That's not true! I don't agree with the way they're handling things, but Mike, they're only human!"

"No they aren't!" Tears filled Mikey's eyes now and spilled down his cheeks. "None off us are! Why can't you guys see that?! We're- we're freaks and monsters and we're trapped in a constant cycle of depression, and there's nothing left for us except more darkness! And I don't understand how you can be okay with that, be okay with the pressure and the guilt and...and-" His voice broke, and when he spoke again the words were almost inaudible. "And I'm just...tired, Leo. I'm so tired of fighting to be here. Why couldn't they just let me go?"

"Oh, Mike..." Leo's heart shattered as he took in the absolute misery on his brother's face. I don't know how we'll get through this but we will. I promise.