Hey guys! Sorry for the long wait ya'll, but I was having computer troubles 8(. This is my new story. Don't worry, I'll still be writing the Hesitate series. Hope you enjoy!
Leonardo's POV
'Keep a steady pace, Leo,' I thought to myself as I jumped from rooftop to rooftop. 'Remember to breathe; in through the nose, out through the mouth, in through the noseā¦'
It was a quiet, rainy night in New York tonight. Cold, yes, but nice. It was my turn to go out on patrol. I saw a bigger alley and picked up speed a little more to gain better momentum. I jumped as hard as my legs would let me. I landed on the other side perfectly. 'Wait, what was that?' I saw something down in the alley that seemed oddly out of place. I turned around and gazed into the alley. There was a figure down there that looked like it was sleeping next to a pile of garbage. 'It's probably just a homeless person.' Did homeless people usually sleep out in the open rain in an alley? I decided out of pure curiosity to jump down into the alley to investigate a bit better. When I got close enough, I realized with horrified shock that the figure was horribly injured, unclothed, and female. I could feel a small blush as I gazed at this girl. I suddenly realized that the position she was laying in was cutting off her air supply because her shoulder was digging into her windpipe. Trying my best to avert my eyes from her feminine areas, I turned her over so that she was on her back. Slowly but surely, her face went from purple to a bruised tan.
'Jesus.' This girl was covered in bruises, cuts, and fractures from head to toe. Her face held many different cuts, a welt on her cheekbone the size of a golf ball, scratches over her eyes and nose, bruises under the scratches, and a black eye. Her arms were slightly better, considering the lack of long scratches. There were mostly just bruises and old scars. Her left leg barely even looked like a leg because of the odd angles that her joints were at. The other leg had one large bruise that went from the outside top of her thigh all the way to her knee cap. The most disturbing thing was her chest. Above her breasts, someone had carved with a knife: P.D. PROPERTY. I shuddered at the thought of the pain that would have caused her. I suddenly noticed something that made me get out my shell cell as fast as possible. There was a knife sticking out of her side and she was bleeding nonstop. I dialed the desired number and waited.
"Hello?" said the familiar voice after the first ring.
"Donny?" I said.
"Hey Leo," he said. "What's wrong?"
"I found someone here in an alley when I was on my way home. She's hurt really bad and bleeding like crazy. I need you and the guys to come down here and help."
"Where is she bleeding?"
"There's a knife sticking out of her side."
"Okay," Donny said with urgency in his voice, "gently pull the knife out of her side and cover the wound with any piece of cloth you can find to stop the bleeding. We'll be there soon."
"Alright, Don," I said. He hung up and I put away my phone.
I walked over to the girl, got on my knees, and lifted her so that she was resting on my thighs. As gently as I possibly could, I grabbed the knife. 'I'm sorry.' I tugged it out in one pull and winced as if she would wake up. She didn't. Without further delay, I took off my mask and placed it over the wound.
Suddenly, I heard a small moan. I looked down with wide eyes and saw half-opened, chocolate brown eyes staring right back. I was speechless and her eyes got wider. Her breath got shallow and deep and she opened her mouth. I put my hand over her mouth right before the scream could escape her lips.
"Please don't scream," I whispered pleadingly. "I'm not gonna hurt you." The girl's breath got better, but her eyes continued to glow with petrified fear. "I'm gonna let go of your mouth now, okay? First, you have to promise that you won't scream. Promise?" She nodded. I took my hand from her mouth. She looked down at herself and blushed. She looked back up at me and I blushed as well.
Suddenly, there was a set of headlights and the sound of screeching brakes was heard. Relief rushed over me as I saw my brothers: Raphael, Donatello, and Michelangelo hurrying over to us. Raph took one look at the girl in my arms and a hint of anger glowed in his eyes. He looked back to the door of the truck and held his hand out. A lime green hand with long nails grabbed it and my adopted sister, Sukari, stepped out.
"Sukari," Donny said, getting his kit out, "I'm going to need your help getting her into the van. Take these," he handed Sukari a pair of splints and bandages, "and set her leg as best as you can."
"Okay Donny," Sukari replied. She walked over to me and I could feel the girl in my arms tense up.
"Can't you just heal it, Sukari?" I asked. Sukari was able to heal herself and others with her bare hands in seconds.
"No," she said with guilt. "Her leg has been broken and fractured in exactly ten places. The joints are all out of place. If I healed her with her leg how it is, her leg could remain that way. Don and I have to pop the joints back into place before we do anything else." She placed the splints on either side of the girl's leg and the girl winced, but not as much as when Sukari put the bandages on her leg. She let out a yelp and Sukari flinched. "I'm sorry, but this is going to hurt for awhile. When we get you to our home I'll give you something, okay?" The girl looked scared but nodded. "Donny," Sukari said after she finished with the bandages, "Help me get her in the truck."
Donny walked over and knelt next to the girl's head and grabbed her shoulders gently.
"One," he said.
"Two," Sukari replied.
"Three!" they said together and lifted. They expected the girl to be in pain, but never would they have expected the howl she let out. It was a blood curdling scream that shook the city. Mikey covered his ears and Raph flinched.
Finally, they got her into the truck and lay her down on the cot that Donny always had handy. There were fresh tears in the girl's eyes that seemed unwilling to stop. Leo, Raph, and Mikey got in; Sukari took the wheel as Raph sat next to her; and Mikey seemed to avoid the sobbing girl. Mikey hated the sight of blood and this girl was covered in it. Donny worked on the knife wound as Sukari drove fast but gently home.
