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"He's not breathing! Donnie's not breathing!" April opens her eyes and thankfully the images disappear as she focuses on the ceiling's peeled paint over her bed. She sighs in exasperation at what is now the fifth time she's had to stop her own thoughts and waits a couple of minutes, giving her mind some time to calm down before she tries closing her eyes again. Just go to sleep already. But the pictures are soon back and the scene repeats itself: the turtles lying helpless around her, their lives slowly drained from them until she can barely even tell they're still alive. And Donnie... Donnie sprawled limp on the floor, his chin resting on

“Uncle Donnie!” Ariel cried. The five-year-old had accidentally stepped on a piece of glass in the kitchen and was now sitting on the ground wailing and holding her left ankle. Donatello ran into the kitchen to find his niece crying as she rocked back and forth, gripping her ankle tightly. The purple-banded turtle walked up to the tiny mutant then bent down and picked her up. “Shh, shh” Donnie tried to soothe Ariel by bouncing her up and down gently. “What’s wrong?” Ariel held her left foot up. “I…st-stepped on…sharp object” she hiccupped. “Okay, alright. Let’s