A/N: Here it is. The sequel to Need for Speed. Enjoy
Disclaimer: I don't own any characters relating to Turtles. However, all mentioned OCs are mine.
Everything was a mess of buzzing and pain. It hurt to breathe and it felt like he was burning from the inside out. Off in the distance he could hear sirens and people talking. Someone was saying his name, no doubt trying to get him to focus.
"Leo. Leo," the voice called. "Leo, can you still hear me?"
The fog cleared and his vision began to come back into focus. However, as soon as it had focused, he began to drift back into unconsciousness.
"Stay with me, pal," the voice buzzed. "We're almost to the hospital. Try to stay awake for a while longer."
"What happened?" Leonardo bearly managed to whisper.
"You were shot. It looks like someone already managed to get the bullet out, but we would like to be safe than sorry. You've lost a lot of blood."
"Hang in there, Leo," a woman's voice echoed in Leonardo's foggy mind. "I've almost got it."
The ambulance stopped and Leonardo felt the stretcher he was on being lifted out of the back.
"Let's get him to the O.R. asap."
The world faded and darkness took over. Within the darkness Leonardo began to see faces and hear voices he thought he recognized.
"This is what I call I successful field test. Wouldn't you, kid?"
"That's because your mortal eyes are not trained in the art that is car building."
"Mikey's Welcome Wagon, at your service."
"Try to stay awake, Leo, we're almost there," the medic insured the patient.
Leonardo moaned in pain. He wanted to go to sleep, but on the other hand he also wanted to stay awake. To keep himself from drifting off, he stared at the ceiling lights as they rushed by. The lights soon faded and darkness began to close in.
"We're ready, doctor," someone announced.
"Good. Let's finish what his rescuer started," the doctor said.
Brad paced outside of his son's hospital room. He had received a phone call informing him that Leonardo had been found on Liberty Island. It was clear that he was suffering from some kind of trauma, but he didn't know what. Leonardo had been in surgery for almost an hour when Brad arrived. Now, he was being settled into a private room.
The ex-street racer sat down in a chair opposite the door and ran his hand down his face. It had been close to four months since Leonardo had been taken. Life had quickly grown lonely. He never realized how much he would miss his son's nagging.
Brad looked up. "Yes?"
"Your son is awake. You may go in and see him," the nurse replied.
Brad got to his feet and walked into the room. He made his way over to the bed. It pained him to see his son in such a state. Leonardo's eyes slowly opened and his tired features lit up in a weak smile.
"Hey, kiddo," Brad whispered. "How are ya?"
"Tired," Leonardo breathed.
Brad gently took his son's hand in his own and gave it a small squeeze. Leonardo squeezed his father's hand in return. Pain stabbed his chest and he winced. He was sent into a coughing fit.
"You're okay," Brad reassured.
Leonardo took a quick, deep breath. "Being shot stinks."
Brad smiled. "I know how you feel," he said. "I've had my fair share of gunshot wounds in the past."
Leonardo looked up at his father, his brown eyes glazed with fatigue and pain.
"Can I ask you something?" he asked.
"What?" Brad answered.
"Where did you go when you disappeared?" Leonardo wanted to know.
Brad frowned. The question didn't catch him off guard because he had been asked several times by both his wife and son. But, why Leonardo would bring that topic up now was what surprised him.
"What brought this on?"
"I've been trying to piece together a past that I've almost forgotten," Leonardo explained.
"And that's a puzzle you can solve when you're better," Brad instructed. "Right now, you need rest." He squeezed Leonardo's hand one more time and then headed for the door. "I'll be back soon."
"No buts. Get some sleep."
Reluctantly, Leonardo settled back down. He closed his eyes and was quickly taken over by a dreamless sleep.
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