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[A small, dark room greeted them upon awakening; the only light bled in as diluted moonlight from a small window about eight feet off the ground. The floor was concrete and dipped in the center toward a drainage grate; occasionally sewage trickled beneath it and made the room smell, but it wasn't anything its occupants weren't used to.

One shadowed figure was propped upright against a nearby wall, his wrists snapped in cuffs anchored to the brick with iron bolts and chains, just short enough to keep his arms above his head and unable to fully rest.

Another figure lay across the room, huddled in a corner and unmoving. The only sound was the plip plip of sewage and their ragged breathing.]

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[Trembling harder at the thought of his big brother not Being Okay terrifies him, Mikey tries not to whimper. He needs Don. Don would know what to do, he could fix everything and make it all better.

But Donnie isn't here, it's just Mikey and he's hurt and overwhelmed and has no idea where he is.

What would Donnie do? Mikey wracks his brain, then speaks up.]

I'm thirsty.

I'll get you water and blankets. You gotta stay in here though. [Derek stands, dusts off his pants and goes to collect his supplies, shoving them into the first aid kid. He shakes it at Mike as he leaves.] Keep that press on your face or you're not gonna be able to chew anything for a while.

[Too tired to think up a witty comeback, Mikey waits for the man to leave before dragging himself across the floor to Leo. He can't quite reach, but it's close enough that he can stretch out and touch his face, feel for his pulse.

It's uneven and too shallow. He swallows hard.]

Leo ...

[It's not so much wakefulness as it is instinct and memory that makes Leo shift and whisper.]

Mikey...

[Mike's eyes widen and he grins for the first time since waking up here, pressing his hand to his big brother's cheek.]

Leo, hey. I'm here, bro.

[Leo's eyes flutter open -they find less resistance without his mask, but they close again a moment later. He's quiet for nearly half a minute, seemingly asleep, before he whispers again.]

Sorry.

[Blinking back tears of relief, Mikey scoffs and smiles.]

You should be, you really worried me there.

But you're gonna be okay, we'll get out of here.

[Ignoring the dizziness and nausea, he forces himself to be as okay as he can, for Leo. Leo needs him, he's gonna have to be the responsible brother for a while.]

[Leo's eyes slide open tiredly again and he examines Mike's face before reaching up and touching his brother's wrist. Then his hand drops to the ground, as if holding it aloft takes too much energy.]

You...need to go. Find help...get safe, and...if it's possible, come back for me later.

I'm not leaving you, bro.

[His voice is stern, and he glares stubbornly at Leo.]

I'll figure something out, we'll get out of here.

[Wincing at the pull against his jaw, he reluctantly lifts the icepack to his cheek.]

[Leo sighs, his eyes slide shut and he gives a small shake of his head.]

I can't move. ...I don't have anything left. You won't make it carrying me.

This isn't debatable, Leo.

We're busting out of here, together.

[Now that Mikey's got something to distract himself with, he makes use of his moment of clarity to look around the room. The hole in the floor is too small for either one of them to fit down, the window is high up and way too small. There's the door, but that guy keeps locking it behind him as he comes and goes.

Think, Michelangelo. Think.]

[Leo gives another sigh and feels as if his body could sink into the concrete if he tried hard enough. Already he feels numb, and recognizes it as shock settling into his limbs. He could go into cardiac arrest if he doesn't shake this condition soon, but that thought doesn't exactly help him calm down.

Leo runs through all the possible scenarios in his head. All of them end with Mike getting shot and killed because he's dead weight.] Mike... [he tries again, a little stronger this time. Then he pauses, brow furrowing as his brain finally catches up.]

...what're you doing down here?

[Blinking, Mike forgoes his planning and looks down at Leo.]

The new guy let me down. My legs are chained up, but I can move a bit more.

[See? That's something, right?

Right? ._.]

[Leo's eyes narrow and gain a little clarity, and he shifts again, trying to push himself up with little success.] New guy?

You killed the last guy.

[At least, that's what Derek said. Mike had been a little too out of it to notice at the time.]

Tell me about him.

[Keeping the icepack pressed to his cheek, Mike shifts a little to get more comfortable, the chains at his ankles rattling.]

His name's Derek, he said the last guy was a psycho and he was kinda glad you killed him. He's kinda twitchy, but he's not so bad for a captor.

[Dissension in the ranks. So the hostage route was useless. He's a nice person, but he'd have let them go already if he had plans to, unless he was waiting for Leo to wake up. Convincing him otherwise was doubtful, but not to be completely ruled out just yet.

They could try something else.]

...Mike. I have an idea.

You do?

[OH THANK GOD BECAUSE MIKE WAS REALLY NOT COMING UP WITH ANYTHING HERE.]

...I'll fake a heart attack. When he comes to check on me, I'll disarm him and shove him toward you. Then I need you to put him in a hold to snap his neck, and we'll get our answers before we go. [It's a shoddy plan, but it's the only one they've got so far.]

[Mike nods. The guy might be nice, but he's holding them captive and they couldn't afford to play gentle.]

He's coming back with water and blankets soon.

[Mikey glances at the door, then nods once more to Leo before shuffling back over to where he was sitting before, pressing the icepack to his cheek and trying to look like he hadn't moved.]

[Leo nods, eyes flicking to the door before he settles himself exactly in the same position he was in when he woke up, as if he'd taken a snapshot of it with his mind. He hesitated- he wanted to tell Mike that he loved him, that everything would be okay.

He was worried.

...but instead he exhaled and closed his eyes to feign unconsciousness.]

[Picking absently at the locks around his ankles, Mikey sighs and glances across at Leo. His head throbs and aches, and fatigue pulls at him, but he can fight it for a little longer.

He has to.]

[A few moments of silence pass, and Leo glances back over at Mike worriedly.] ...Mikey.

[Sitting up a little straighter, Mike lowers the ice pack and turns back to Leo.]

Yeah?

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