Authors Note: And the actual chapter 3! I honestly can't believe I screwed up so badly previously, but I'm fixing it and writing a new chapter to make up for it! My amazing friend Alyx drew Kori for me this weekend at Colossalcon, so if I remember, I'll update the cover photo as the sketch! All credit goes to Alyx-XCV on Deviantart if I upload it though! She's amazing and honestly one of my best friends!

The next week passed by like one of the subways that almost constantly ran through the sewers; quickly and uneventful. Donatello had settled for looking after the still-unconscious avian while April and Casey stopped by every once in a while with some new clothing for her. Michelangelo was almost constantly bugging his brother about when she would wake up, and why she would thrash around in her sleep, to which the purple banded turtle would always let out an irritated sigh and half-assed answer.

Donnie was never sure what Raphael was up to, though he assumed that it was vigilante work with Casey. Leo moped around, still angry at the fact Don had brought a human to their home. None of them (excluding Raph) had gone on patrols, all waiting eagerly for the avian to wake up and tell them her story. Karai had stopped by when she could, mainly to talk with Splinter and Leo, but sometimes to check up on the strange girl.
Donatello was sure that Mikey was going to have the most fun, seeing his interest in having a new friend to do things with. Though, Donatello tried not to get annoyed with his younger brother, seeing as he was the one who had made the call to April.
Now, Don sat at his desk, fingers digging through a medical kit in search of bandages and disinfectant. He tried not to think about the task he'd be doing in a few minutes, heat rising to his cheeks every time it entered his mind. He'd called for Splinter a while ago, but nobody could ever be sure if he would leave his meditation for things so simple.
Don's brown-red eyes flickered over to Mikey, who was prodding her cheek with a finger curiously.
"Hellllloooooo~ Anybody homeeee~?"

"Mikey, stop it! She's unconscious, not asleep!" Donnie whispered, passing the orange-clad turtle and smacking him on the shell as he gathered the medical kit in his arms.
"But I wanna play with it!"

"Michelangelo, she is not a toy." an older voice said sternly as an elderly rat entered the lab "She is a human."

"Uh, Master Splinter, last time I checked humans didn't have wings..."

"Donatello, you wanted to see me?" Splinter ignored his youngest son, instead talking to his second youngest without sparing Michelangelo a glance.

"Yes, sensei. Uh..." Donnie scratched his head uneasily and pointed to the silver and black haired girl "I wanted to see if you could, uh.."

"Yes, my son." Splinter chuckled, watching as Don dragged Mikey out of the lab before turning to the girl and slowly removing the bloodied and torn clothing off of her so Donatello could check the wounds.

"Woahhhhh..." a childish voice came from next to Splinter "It's got a human body!"

"Michelangelo!" Splinter yelled, brown eyes narrowing to dangerous slits.
In less than three seconds, a fist shot out and connected with the turtle's face, sending him flying across the room.
plinter blinked, anger replaced by surprise as he looked at the bird girl, whose eyes were open and narrowed. She sat up, wings flared outward, and looked around the lab, silver eyes wide and scared.

"Owwww! What was that for!" her attention snapped back to the orange-masked turtle and she jumped up, flapping her wings before letting out a choked yell and falling back onto the table.

"Michelangelo, go find something for her to wear, and get your brother." Splinter ordered calmly, watching as she wrapped her wings around her body to hide her face.

Mikey nodded and dashed off, only to return minutes later with an orange bathrobe April had left over a while ago, and Donnie. Blood slowly pooled out around the table and dripped to the floor, and after Splinter coaxed her into the robe, Donnie got to work wrapping the base of her grey-silver wing in bandages to stop the blood and hold it in place. Shifting every once in a while, the girl remained silent with closed eyes until he was done, which was the only time she slowly moved off of the table and to a corner of the lab, where her usable wing tucked around her body, shielding her from the world.

"What's up with her Donnie?" Mikey asked, standing on his tiptoes to get a good look at the girl.

"She's probably scared Mikey." he answered, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world "Give her time, and do not bother her." he sighed, turning to clean the blood off of the table and floor with a frown.

Mikey's smile faded, and he slowly made his way over to her while his brother and sensei were distracted, poking his head in the small opening under her wing.
"Hey dudette!" he greeted, making her head turn towards him "You have a name, ya know, so I don't have to keep calling you dudette?"
She stared at him for a minute, blinking, before answering "607." in a small voice.

"What? That's not a name! How about...Birdbrain! Or...Feathers!"
She glared at him, about to turn her head again.
"Kori?" he asked quickly, grinning hopefully at her with big, blue eyes.
he nodded slowly, as if letting the name sink in.
After a minute of silence, she moved her wing to the side and tilted her head to get a decent look at the turtle, deciding he must not be too bad if he cared enough to give her a name.

"I'm Michelangelo, but just call me Mikey! And, uh, I have to ask...Do you like pizza?"

"Pizza...?" her voice was scratchy, weak from not talking for so long. Her throat burned like a searing fire was making it's way through her body, and her hand immediately shot up to grasp it out of reflex.
She watched the turtle's mouth drop open and eyes go wide, though she wasn't sure what color they were. He had a piece of cloth wrapped around his eyes with holes so he could see, and his frantic speaking blurred together as her hand left her throat and toward the fabric.
He stopped mid sentence as her fingertips brushed it cautiously, and Mikey smiled at her gently.

"Color..?" she wheezed, eyes narrowing in frustration after the sound barely came out.
"Oh! That's orange! It's my favorite color! Wait, do you know colors?" Mikey gasped as she shook her head "Well then, dudette, Donnie'll have to teach you! I would, but I'm not as smart as D."
The purple banded turtle looked up as his name was said, blinking in confusion as he watched his brother untie his bandana and hand it to the girl, who moved her fingers around it in awe and stared at it like it was the most interesting thing in the world.

"She's a liiiitle stupid," Mikey said when he was next to Donnie again, putting his hand up to cover his mouth as he whispered "Like, you guys think i'm stupid, but she doesn't even know colors!"

Donnie sighed, glaring at Mikey before taking careful steps towards the girl and crouching down next to her. Her wings were a beautiful white, though they could have been a light shade of grey if looked at in the light. Both light and dark spots of brown dotted them throughout, contrasting against the stark white of the feathers. Blood soaked through the bandages, though judging from how it was drying fairly quickly, the wound must have been closing again. She'd ripped the stitches out when she jumped off the table, thus tearing the wound wide open again.

"I'm Donatello," he started nervously, swallowing awkwardly as he forced a smile to his lips "That was my brother Michelangelo."
He watched her thin, cracked lips twitch and purse together in frustration as a soft clicking sounded from her throat. She looked to be in a semi-deep trance; eyes unfocused and lips slightly parted, her hands twisting in the bathrobe tightly.
Donatello didn't have time to react as her body twitched and her wings shot out to the sides, successfully knocking the turtle over and spraying blood all over the lab. Her silver eyes went wild, and her limbs flailed as she struggled to get off the ground. Small, primary feathers floated down to the ground once she managed to get a few feet up.

Donnie stared, brown eyes wide in disbelief, then horror as a sickening crack was heard throughout the lair.
Her body fell back down, wing hanging useless by her side as partial bone jutted out and blood streamed behind her. Almost her entire, previous white wing, was tainted crimson red and dripping with the hot, sticky substance.
Splinter was the first one to spring into action, ordering Donatello to go get any blankets and pillows he could find and to put them out on the dojo floor. The order was hazy, but Donatello did as he was told, body moving but mind a blur.

It was all happening too fast - her being awake, the random mood swings, and the injuries. If she kept the bleeding up at the rate it was going, he'd run out of medical supplies for his brothers. Breaking into hospitals was definitely not on the purple banded turtle's bucket list, but it was something he knew he would have to do eventually. Eventually, Donnie returned (along with Mikey) with various blankets and pillows, and the two worked quickly to set up a makeshift bed on the far side of the dojo. Splinter held the terrified girl in his arms, who now lay limp and weak, and set her gently on the floor. He pulled the medical kit out of his pocket, handing it over to Donnie and giving his son a tight nod.
Donnie worked quickly, not wanting to be smacked in the head with wings that were far more powerful than they looked, bandaging and re-stitching the wounds on her body. The bruises on her thighs still unnerved Don, but he ignored them and focused his attention on finishing up the stitches. He eventually found himself looking down at her and frowning deeply, pity welling up in the pit of his stomach as she passed out again.