My eyes flew open and I was met with a blistering headache. I grunted and rolled over, sitting up halfway. I didn't quite remember what had happened the night before, but I woke up in my bed in the turtles' lair, so I guess there was nothing to worry about. I sat up fully and leaned forward to stand up.

I froze.

There was maybe something to worry about.

There was a heat rising up inside, a rolling in the pit of my stomach, one that could be related to the feeling of...

Lust.

I cringed slightly.

But it wasn't so bad, I could just go out and grab something quick to eat before scurrying back here, into the safety if my room. I nodded, standing up completely and making my way out towards the kitchen.

I noticed the back of a green head belonging to one of the turtles sitting on the couch watching some TV, the red fabric tied around it told me that it was Raph.

The heat rose.

I picked up my pace and lightly jogged to the kitchen, hoping he didn't notice me. Though apparently he did, because spoke to me.

"Hey, fuzz ball, how's ya neck?" The gruff turtle called out from the couch. I gripped the counter, the heat rising steadily. "Donnie did some scan thing while you were K.O.'d but said it was clean of anything freakish."

"I- uh- it's good, everything, is good." I tried to say as normally as possible, though somehow my speech had begun to slur. Raph looked over at me, his ever-present scowl deepening. I avoided his eyes, I knew that looking into those green orbs would be dangerous, I needed to move quicker.

"He also said to wait it out a couple 'a' days to make sure that nothin' was gonna act up..." He said slowly, suspiciously. I knew I was failing the test of trying to come off normal.

I frantically scoured the kitchen for food and apparently I was so distracted that I didn't notice that Raph was coming towards me until I turned around and crashed right into him.

Oh no.

I must control myself, I must control myself.

It was as if my senses were heightened, Raph's distinct smell nearly suffocated me but somehow I couldn't get enough, I started to salivate.

I need to get away.

"'EY. You sure you're ok? You're actin' all weird, like you got ants in your shell or somethin'." The turtle reached for my chin to no doubt look at my wound again but I violently jerked it out of his hand.

"YES I'M FINE." I blurted out and ran to my room as fast as I could and locked the door behind me, the stomping of an angry turtle following close behind. The red turtle reached my door and called out for my attention, obviously irritated that I was ignoring him. I couldn't bring myself to answer his yells because I felt I would do some terrible and permanent action if I attempted to respond. Deep down inside my being I knew that the metal prong I had been stabbed with was the culprit for my strange state, but the intensity and random appearance of the feelings made my head feel like it was stuffed into a bag cotton. My bedroom was blurred and it got to a point where even Raphael's yelling had grown fuzzy.

Raph had angrily banged on the door and nearly broke it open when Leo showed up, horrified at what his brother was doing.

"She's probably just tired. Let her be..." The blue turtle reasoned and Raph scoffed and stomped off.

I curled upon my mattress, dazed and horribly confused.

How am I going to get rid of this?

I stuck my fingers in my mouth, trying to distract myself from the swelling heat that rose within me. I stayed like that for the next two days, the turtles had intensively grown worried and visited me, knocking on my door and asking about my well being. I couldn't answer them, just hearing their voices made the heat grow to a suffocating state. I could only lay there, trying to relieve it myself but only making it worse, but I couldn't do anything else. By the end of the second day Leo had come up to my door again, he knocked gently.

"Hello? Answer me... Please, we're all worried about you... You haven't come out of your room..."

The turtle's voice pierced my psyche and I quietly whined into my fingers.

"Talk to me.." Leo cooed, his tone definitely full of worry. The sadness in the mature terrapin's voice momentarily cleared the thick fog that plagued me. I knew something needed to be done. I knew only one who could quench my intense thirst.

I took a deep breath, concentrating on every syllable I spoke.

"Leo, I need you to bring Raph here." I was so intensely affected that my voice came out monotonal and robotic.

There was a few moments of silence.

"Okay."