Authors Note: Wow holy shit did I fuck that last chapter order up. I'm super sorry, that entire thing must have made 0 sense to anybody that read it. Chapter 1 was fine, but it went all fucking downhill after that omg. So here's the actual chapter 2; thank god my google drive is organized!
607 hit the sewer ground with a sickening thud, and she swore that bones had broken somewhere in her body. She desperately reached a hand around to her back, sighing in relief when she felt the masses of feathers. Pulling them tighter against her back, she winced as searing pain shot up one of the wings, fire spreading in her back as the damaged muscle protested against the movement. Whimpers of pain made their way past her lips as she crawled to the ladder she'd missed, using it for support so she didn't hit the ground as she passed out again.
Dark. That's all it was when 607 woke yet again in a disoriented state, dark and cold. Her body shivered involuntarily against the wet cement below her, attempting to regain the body heat that it would never gain back. Her brain was clouded from the lack of drugs being pumped into her body. If she had to guess, 607 would assume she'd be in the last test of the day, her fitness test.
Her brain seemed to hammer against her skull in a steady thumping pattern, and in a vain attempt to stay awake, she focused on the scurry of sewer rats as they looked for food. Her hand twitched as she touched each finger to her thumb, making sure they were functionable and not fractured from the fall.
Her limbs were limp, and her stomach turned in circles as nausea overtook her once again. She allowed the bile to exit her body, mixing with the blood below her in a foul-smelling pool. The smell itself almost made her vomit again; the rustic tang of blood and watery vomit invading her nostrils. Windpipe burning from the exit of unwanted substances, 607 coughed as her body convulsed briefly. She needed the Ketamine, needed the main drug they pumped her body full of, and her body was letting her know in the most painful way it could.
The convulsions came and went over a period of time 607 had lost track of, and blood still continued to pool out of her wounds. With one last spasm, 607 felt the back of her head hit the wall right before she passed out again.
Raphael's fist connected with the old, worn out punching bag, the creaking of the old chain that held it up echoing off of the sewer walls. Michelangelo frowned at him from the couch, baby blue eyes downcast as the youngest turtle clutched a pillow to his chest comfortingly. Leonardo's frustrated sighs could be heard from the dojo, mixing with soft music from Donatello's lab.
Mikey uttered a soft groan, falling back on the couch with a soft thump just as the screeching of the heavy lab door announced Donnie's arrival into the living room. Scooting onto his knees, Mikey peered over the side of the couch to watch Donnie strap his bo staff to his shell and stalk out of the lair.
It was rare that the four of them got into fights, but losing their only human friend for the second time had taken a toll on all of them. Being around Donnie was like walking on eggshells; any word about April or Casey caused an explosion of tension between all four of them.
Mikey sighed again, the sound coming out stressed and weak.
Video games had been a no-go for the past week; Leo complaining they were too loud, Raph just complaining in general, and Don throwing test tubes and beakers at the TV from the hadn't been much help to the situation either, now that the youngest turtle thought about it, his thoughts were always on Karai. Mikey closed his eyes as soon as his shell hit the couch, no sooner falling into a peaceful sleep.
Donatello released an extremely agitated scream as soon as he was far enough away from the lair, his knuckles connecting with the wall soon after. They left a bloody smear when he pulled away, though the turtle couldn't care any less. He sucked in air through his mouth, trying to calm himself down as he trudged through the sewer, making turns at random and stopping to punch something every couple of minutes.
After a while, the purple clad turtle stopped to lean back against the wall, frustrated tears leaking out of his red-brown eyes. He allowed himself a minute of self pity over the events of the past week, though the session was interrupted early as a putrid smell wafted through the air. Donnie shifted toward the source; past various manholes and ladders until a small waterfall of sewage and a shaft of moonlight filtered in through a hastily closed manhole.
A lump sat against the wall, crumpled and bloody against the wet cement. Donatello knew he shouldn't have gone near it, or even bend down next to it, but the scientist part of his mind was curious, and curiosity had always gotten the better of him. He slowly reached out with a hand to grab his shell cell for the light it produced, and shined it gratefully on whatever was in front of him.
After a good minute of forgetting to breathe, the purple masked mutant sucked in large gulps of sewer air into his lungs and attempted to gain some sort of composure. On the ground sat a crumpled mess of feathers and female, shreds of white clothing sticking to her body by dried blood.
If there were two things Donatello was sure of, it was that A, human girls certainly didn't have wings, and B, she was getting closer and closer to death with every second he spent staring at her in awe. He didn't have to think twice before he gently scooped the girl up into his arms and started taking careful steps back toward the lair.
Donatello hadn't spoken a word to his brothers for the past day and a half. Had it bothered him, yes. Had he been angry, yes. Had he been hurt and looking for someone to blame it on, yes. But all of that anger seemed to float away and disappear as he bounded through the lair's entrance and let out a jumped call for help.
His brothers almost immediately dropped what they were doing to rush into the lab after their purple-banded brother.
"Woah, Don, what is that?" Mikey piped up, breaking the tense silence as Donatello set the motionless figure onto a metal table after Leo draped a blanket over the cold surface.
Donnie didn't reply for a minute as he caught his breath, eventually composing himself and checking the form over again.
"I think...it's a girl." he muttered, placing a finger to her neck to check for a pulse "A girl that I need to save." he added in determination after a faint pulse started under his finger.
"Don, just because you couldn't save April from getting hurt doesn't mean-" Leo started, taking a stiff step towards his younger brother before getting cut off.
"I could've saved April! But I didn't, and she got hurt because of me. I'll be damned if I can't save this girl."
Leo nodded slowly, stepped back, and let his distressed brother start collecting medical supplies.
He stopped in front of the table again, pulling a cart toward him before stopping "I'm sorry, but I need two of you out, one to help. It's too crowded for me to work right now." Don muttered softly as he pulled a piece of glass from her foot with a pair of tweezers. Blood and grime seeped from the rather large cut, and Leo stared at the ground to avoid the sight.
Mikey stepped forward slightly, leaning in to peer at the girl's injury "I'll stay if someone orders pizza!" his laugh removed the seriousness from his tone, though his older brothers dismissed it with strange glances at each other.
"Sure, Mikey." Leo nodded slowly, nudged Raphael, and walked out of the lab.
"Mike, I need gauze. That soft white stuff that looks like tape, it should be in the bottom drawer of my desk." Don ordered, gripping another piece of glass with the tweezers and dropping it into a small dish.
The youngest turtle didn't speak, which was rare, but brought over the gauze quickly. After a minute or so of watching, he finally spoke "Leo's mad."
"About what?" Don's interest peaked, his eye ridges raising in confusion as he wiped one of her feet with peroxide and wrapped it in gauze to start clotting the blood.
"About you bringing her back. He...I don't know, it's just been a total drag around here lately. We don't even go on patrols anymore!"
Donnie stayed quiet, narrowing his eyes and focusing harder on his task at hand.
"It's not your fault," his brother whispered quietly "I miss her cheer up, Don! This totally gives up an excuse to call her!"
"What?"
"Yeah, you brought back a random chick with shreds of clothes. Hellooo, brainiac, she needs clothes, and April happens to be a girl!" Mikey shouted, throwing his shell cell at his brother, who sighed.
"You call her. I need to stitch up this wound on her abdomen before it bleeds anymore." he muttered, digging through his medical kit for a needle and synthetic sutures.
Mikey nodded, dashing out of the room with one last glance at their patient. Don continued to mutter under his breath as he worked. For how long, he wasn't sure, but by the time he was finished treating and putting her fractured wing in a splint, Space Heroes was blaring from the TV. Don ignored it as his fingers brushed against the soft feathers that jutted out of her back, which managed to stay soft even under the dirt and blood that was caked to them. His mouth turned down as he moved to place a large bandage over the handprint bruises on her legs, his teeth grinding in anger as he did so.
Once everything was set and bandaged, Donatello finally allowed himself a minute to slump back into his large plush computer chair, shell hitting the back with a relieved squeak. His brown eyes darted past the vials of blood he'd taken from her arm, most of them positive with various types of drugs.
Mikey was right about one thing, though. The shreds of white clothing stuck to her body heavily with dried blood. They would need April to bring them some spare clothes for her after she woke up; if she woke up. The vitals the purple banded turtle had taken seemed normal, if he excluded the enourmous amounts of drugs flooding her system, so the probability seemed likely that she would indeed eventually wake up.
