Donatello sighed as he continued to fiddle with all the glasses, vials, and other items in his lab. Hurridly scribbling down everything into his old, beat up notepad with a broken pencil.

How long had it been, since everything started? Six.. no, no— nine months? Was it really September, now? That long, since he had left the sewers, or seen two of his brothers.. or.. April. Gah, he really hoped she was okay, and her dad, too.

He’d hurridly scribble down something else, before glancing over at you, who he had asked to help assist him. With creating the cure. Or, what he hoped could be a cure, for the current.. sickness(?) passing throughout the entirety of New York. Most likely having spread to other states in the US by now. Worst case scenario, maybe even spread out of the country.

“Did you notice anything different this time?,” he’d question, wanting to know if anything.. at all, happened to the collected leftover blood cells that he managed to scrape together. It was Leo’s. From when he had… turned.

They were just trying to see, what would actually affect the mutated DNA. Possibly kill or just, get rid of the mutated cells. Cure the disease.

The only things that worked so far was liquified garlic, metal, or UV lighting, but it would kill— kill all of the cells. But he wanted something that wouldn’t.. kill the victim of the infection. Just to cure them. Make them better.