It was concerning enough when you called Donnie to come over, especially when everyone could hear your broken and sickly voice before silence overwhelmed the space. Everyone had zipped over, crashing through your window of your apartment.

“Where’s the danger?!” Raph huffed, holding his twin tonfas into a defensive stance. Donnie typed on his tech arm bracelet, furrowing his drawn-on eyebrows before he pointed to the bathroom.

“There!” he called, Leo and Mikey running forth and bursting the door down. You laid on the floor, clothed yet sweating.

“Hermoso!” Leo called out, afraid to touch you. Mostly Spanish curses had slipped out of his mouth, stuff he had learned from Hueso in the past.

“Donnie, do something?!” Mikey called as Donnie panicked, clutching his head before Raph had formed a plan.

“Get them back into the sewers! Donnie’s stuff is there, right?!” Raph nodded as he grabbed you, trying not to roughly toss you around as you were held in his arms. The four of you had made it into the sewers and was placed on Donnie’s work table as everyone freaked. They should probably call April, as she’d know what to do.