Cold sweats ran down leathery skin. Sheets shifting as the body lying within it, like a cloak covering imperfections, was moving wildly side to side. A grunt of pain filled the room, then groans. The cold, damning reminder of a bone yet to be fixed. A pain no one else seemed to share enclosed by the walls of the farmhouse.

Leo woke up, his jaw clenched, teeth grinding against each other with affliction. One breath in, one breath out, he repeated continuously in the wide space of his mind. And within the depths, doubt seemed to flicker deep into his soul. An aching question of will I ever be okay?

Those damned monsters terrorizing his dream previously seemed to stick. It didn't make sense why. They were gone, so why did he feel like crap each time he woke up. Each nightmare only worsened, using its hands to wrap around his neck and choke him to death. Death was something he must have loved dancing with it seemed. A sickening joke. Leo never laughed at it.

The hours ticked by until it was the morning. Leo hadn't slept. Waking nightmares of death taking him, of never going back to normal was... Everything was painful enough. He didn't need to go through any more pain now.

The kitchen was empty. Mikey wasn't awake to make breakfast was a new one. Then again, Raphael had trained them harshly yesterday when Leo was out.

Leo shifted his crutch, groaning slightly before he managed to lean against the counter. His large, three-fingered hand grasped a glass jar full of tea packets. He popped it open to place aside for later. The kettle was placed onto the metal of the stove. Leo caught a whiff of gas as he turned it on for the flames to boil his water for tea.

The mutant tensed as he heard footsteps. He turned his head over his shoulders sheepishly, rubbing his eyes to hide the dark bags underneath them. Flumbsy, poor attempt at hiding just how tired he was. As he was about to take a step towards the sound, he tripped over his good leg, causing him to fall forward. He winced, rubbing his nose as he pulled himself back up.

"I...I'm so sorry..." Leo managed to mutter as he looked away, hand running over the nape of his neck before pinching the bridge of his nose. "Morning dizziness." ignore the pain in your knee. You're annoying enough as it is. Leo's mind was his own enemy.

The turtle stepped away, or rather limped away. He wondered at times if this was it? If this would be their life now. To wait for the Kraang to find them, only to fully take over the world as they wished.

"Do you want tea? We're kind of limited on options." A soft sigh came from his lips. He placed two cups onto the counter, packets of tea placed in the china before the boiling water was poured into the glass. His stomach rumbled. I really need some breakfast.