Leonardo frowned at the amount of blood he saw, or at least it seemed like alot of blood. Maybe it was just the way it looked against the snow? Or maybe it didn't all belong to one person? His dark gaze swept the area but he didn't see anyone else, alive or otherwise; nor any signs of a battle or even a struggle. No indication that there had been anyone else on the rooftop other than himself and the unfortunate soul before him. He didn't even see any drag marks from the roof access door that lead back down into the building. So had the person been carried to this specific roof? But if they had why? And why then just leave them out to freeze? Surely they had to have known that it was unlikely anyone would find an injured person way up here...unless this was a trap. Leonardo frowned again at that thought, a trap for him and his brothers? But there had been no ambush and he had been on this rooftop for a few moments now, unless whoever was out there had been hoping to catch all of the brothers together?

Leonardo could feel the cold starting to seep in and stiffen his muscles as he stood there basically arguing with his own paranoia. He took a deep, steadying breath, allowing the frosted air to help clear his mind since no matter what had happened or how the person came to be here, Leonardo knew that he couldn't just let the person sit there and freeze, or bleed, to death...assuming they hadn't already. That thought had him moving closer to the figure and as he crouched down he could now better see that it was a woman that sat in the snow. Her dark, strawberry blonde hair a tangled mess around a face that was marred by a trail of blood running down the side of it making Leonardo aware of a possible head injury. She looked so still and pale though, that Leonardo wondered how long she had been sitting out here. He tried to ignore the amount of blood around him, grateful that the cold severely dulled what should have been an overwhelming scent of warm copper. He carefully reached out to check for a pulse at her throat, grimacing as he felt how cold her skin was against his, and that was saying something as he was cold-blooded. Not realizing he had been holding his breath, it came out in a rushed huff of air as he found the elusive and slow heartbeat after a moment of quiet dread. Relieved to know that it wasn't a corpse he had found, his thoughts shifted to seeing what he could do about getting her to a hospital as quickly as possible. His hands hurriedly, but carefully, set about to brushing off whatever snow had fallen onto the woman so that he could see what kind of injuries he was dealing with. Leonardo looked over her torso as he cleared the snow and he noted the various cuts and tears to her shirt and the likely matching wounds beneath that had the material clinging to the slender form. She seemed to be covered in dirt or maybe ash, making her look like she had just crawled out from underneath fresh rubble; though that made no sense being way up here on a rooftop. Moving down her body, he couldn't help the sharp intake of breath that hissed through clenched teeth at what he found as he uncovered her right leg. There was a large burn that covered almost the entire top of her thigh down to her knee. After that, just below her knee the tattered remains of her long pants clung to shredded flesh and the rest of her leg was angled awkwardly making him pretty sure that it was broken. Leonardo continued to brush away the snow and he found that while her left leg had some cuts as well, it seemed overall alright. As he finished clearing away the last of the snow, he would next uncover a sword laying next to the woman, her pale hand resting loosely around the hilt and the blade edged with blood. So the woman had defended herself...or tried to at least. There was something oddly familiar about the sword but he didn't really have the time to figure out what at the moment, so instead he would gently remove it from her hand and tuck it into his belt for safe keeping.

Leonardo shifted to a better position as his arms reached out in preparation to pick her up, but instead he would end up freezing mid-movement as his dark grey-blue gaze locked onto the gold-green eyes that groggily stared at him. He realized too late that the scarf that covered the lower half of his face had fallen away while he had worked to look over her injuries. He waited for the scream that was usually the first reaction to someone seeing him, but when none came he was both relieved and a little worried. Maybe the woman was too out of it to realize what she was looking at? "I mean you no harm, Miss." Leonardo kept his voice quiet and calm, while trying to stay very still despite the fact that the cold from crouching down in piles of snow was threatening to set him to shivering. "I'm going to get you to a hospital, alright?" Any hope he'd had that the woman had been less than fully aware, diminished as he watched the dilated pupils slowly try to narrow into vertical slits, like the eyes of a cat, at his mention of a hospital. The woman shook her head at him, the movement slow and jerky, before Leonardo felt something heavy flop against one of his still outstretched arms. He risked a glance down only to find that there was now a long feline tail with black-spotted tawny-gold fur draped lifelessly over his forearm. He blinked and looked back up to the woman's face, unable to hide the surprise on his own face as he watched two large ears on top of her head twitch their way out of the tangled mess of dark strawberry blonde hair. He mentally kicked himself out of his surprised stupor and he would look away from her for a moment, having realized that we was staring at her. He tried to quickly sift through his other options of getting her help, but considering how limited they were he didn't have many choices. The hospital was obviously out of the question. Leonardo was relatively close to the lair, but with the damage to the woman's leg and how cold she was, he didn't want to risk a long run through the snow covered rooftops nor the icy sewers. His brothers should all be done with their parts of the patrol by now, which meant that Donatello was likely meeting up with them at their rendezvous point before heading home. He could take her to April's but their red-headed friend didn't exactly have the amount or type of medical supplies that would be needed to treat all of the woman's injuries. His decision made, he gently slipped her tail off of his arm before reaching for his T-phone to turn on his GPS tracker and activate the headset to tap into the common line they all kept open while doing separate patrols. "Donatello, I need you to pick me up. I found a woman out here and she's hurt pretty bad."

"So drop 'er off at the hospital Fearless" Raph's gruff voice being the first to answer, his tone make it clear that the sai-wielder was more than ready to be out of the snow and cold for the night.

"Not an option, she's a mutant of some kind" Leo answered in the hopes of putting off any other questions and waiting to see what his self-proclaimed medic brother had in the way of advice.

"A mutant?! What kind? Does she have any powers? Is she cute? What does she-" came the rapid fire questions from the youngest of the brothers before being cut off by a resounding 3-voice chorus of "MIKEY!"

"Leo, I have your position from your tracker, we're two minutes out. What are her injuries?" finally came Donatello's voice over the shared line.

"The worse ones are a broken leg, a bad burn on the same leg, and maybe a bad head wound. There are alot of cuts but none of them look serious enough for the amount of blood I'm seeing. And Donnie...she's cold, almost ice cold."

"Is she shivering?"

"No"

"That's not a good sign. Means her body has started to shut down. Shivering is how the body tries to keep warm but in moderate or severe hypothermia the body slows or stops any extraneous activity to try and preserve what heat is left. And if that head injury is bad enough to have caused a concussion she could be in serious trouble Leo." The line was silent for only a moment before Donatello's voice continued "Leo, we're a block or two away now... Raph's driving" the last words offered in way of explanation to Leonardo's silent question of how they'd gotten to him so quickly "You need to get her bundled up and down here" was the no nonsense order from his medic brother.

Leonardo had been moving the instant Donatello had commented on the woman's body starting to shut down. He had unzipped and stripped out of his coat, moving so that he could lean the woman forward to drape his coat over her shoulders. Leonardo would be glad that she seemed to have slipped back into unconsciousness as he was sure that moving her around was bound to hurt no matter how gentle he was. Once his coat was around her, he moved one arm to beneath her knees while the other stayed against her back while he carefully scooped her up. Leonardo moved to the edge of the roof, dark grey-blue eyes looking below him to plot out a way down that would involve the least amount jostling to the injured woman he held, wishing he had remembered about her tail as it now hung down to brush against his legs as he moved; he hoped it wouldn't get caught on anything or get hurt on the way down. He saw the familiar headlights of the Battleshell turning into the alley he was now overlooking and with a final check he would use the surrounding fire escapes and ledges to navigate his way down.

The cold was moving...wait, that made no sense, how could cold be moving? I clung to that question as I tried to wake up. I shouldn't have fallen asleep, so much for just 'taking a minute' to regroup; who knew how long I had been out. Again came the sensation of cold moving and this time there was a dull ache that followed it; that dull ache sparked its way to become tingling pain and I was finally awake enough to force my eyes open. Despite my eyes being open, I couldn't immediately understand what I was looking at, everything was out of focus and little more than blobs of colors or light. I blinked a few times and finally I was able to see that there was something...no someone... crouched in front of me and they were pushing snow off of my body; that explains why it felt like the cold was moving. Somewhere in my fuzzy brain, there was an echo that whispered a familiarity about the form before me, something about the way the person was hunched was familiar, but as before my mind refused to process how or why, leaving me only with the irrational impression that I was in no danger from whoever this was. Before my impromptu 'nap', it had been hard to remember, now it was downright near impossible to think, the cold that had numbed my body was steadily working on freezing my mind as well. I heard a voice and my frozen brain managed to pick out and recognize only one word; hospital. I couldn't let that happen. It took me two tries but I was eventually able to shake my head at whoever it was, and as explanation I used what energy I could find to lift my suddenly too heavy tail. It flopped gracelessly over what I hoped was an arm and hopefully it was enough to get them to notice it. I also worked to make my ears twitch enough to where hopefully they would see them through the mess that was my hair and whatever snow was on my head. I wouldn't know if my message of not wanting to go to a hospital was understood, as I felt my awareness dim from the small effort of my minimal movements.

I must have drifted off again, because when I next heard a voice it was in hushed urgent tones and extremely close. A second voice cut it off, and my ears weakly swiveled in the direction it came from, realizing that this one sounded irate though distracted somehow. I wasn't entirely sure if the voices were in fact making the attempt to stay hushed or if they just sounded far off to my hazy mind, but either way there was something different. I didn't feel as exposed, and while I was still cold I didn't feel like it was all around me, in fact I felt like I was snuggled into something soft. Soft but there was something else...it was like...like I was being held, cradled against something solid. I struggled against the pull of unconsciousness, forcing my eyes open even if only a little. The voices quieted around me as I stared at what I saw, my large ears twitching trying to use both sight and sound to make sense of it. My face was leaning against something hard, flat and too close to really tell what color it was. My ears drooped and I tilted my head back enough so that I could look up only to realize that what I saw there made no sense either. Looking down at me there was a blob of green, oddly rounded and if I'd had my wits about me I would have said could have been a person's head, but the skin color was all wrong and there was a band of blue across it. I must have made some sort of movement, or maybe it was simply my silent, dumbfounded staring but the voice that a moment ago had been urgent, was now speaking to me in calm, soothing tones, my ears perking once more to make sure I caught the words "It's ok. We won't hurt you, you're safe" And without questioning it, just like before, I believed that voice...I believed /him/, my mind just now registering that the voice was male. There was something important about that voice, something nagged at me to remember but I just didn't have the strength. Instead I gave a single nod in acknowledgement of his words before everything faded to black.