(A/N: warning this part is a bit cliché. But hey if it works go with it. Also sorry it took me forever to post this; exams take up a lot of time. R&R)
Rachel could feel herself being pulled back to the land of the living. Pain surged though her like electricity that would not end. A groan escaped her lips when she tried to move, her side send more electricity through her. Slowly she cracked open her eyes to the bright light of the room blinking a few times she rolled her head to the side. Everything was a huge blur; all she could see was blue and silver, taking deep breaths to ease the pain and clear her vision. She closed her eyes for a moment then opened them again to have the room come into clear. From where she was laying she could see that it was a mixture or oriental and modern. There were paper lanterns hanging from the ceiling, a tapestry or two on the wall with decorative weapons, and a stereo on a dresser with a CD rack beside it. From her view point Rachel could tell the mattress was on the floor with a homemade frame. Gritting her teeth Rachel held her side and with a grunt she forced herself to sit up. She had to lower her head and take deep breaths to clear it. Once everything stopped spinning she lifted her head and continued to look more thoroughly. Besides what she already described there was a rug on the ground; simple and blue. In the corner was a used incense burner with a pillow near it. Softly Rachel heard the sound of a door quietly creaking open. Her eyes darted over to the door to only see it was closed. Growling slightly she called out to the door.
"Hey! I don't like being toyed with. I had a really bad fucking night last night, which gave me a fucked up dream. So either get your ass in here or there's gonna be hell to pay!" It was a little harsher than she meant, but she really was not in the mood for this. All she wanted to was go home and see Tyler and tell her of her messed up dream. The door slowly opened and a round head poked into the shadows, staying where he was.
"Hey, sorry dudette. It's just my turn to check on you. Um, you should lay down, or else my brothers will blame me for waking you up." Rachel just sat there glaring at the figure; she had enough of this bullshit. A figure in shadows, figures in her dreams, enough was enough.
"I don't give a god fucking damn who blames you for what, all I want is some fucking answers of is that too much of a bullshit thing to ask for!" She shouted at him, feeling the blood rushing to her head; causing the room to spin again. As stubborn as she was to make a point she held herself up and kept her glare on him. She had no clue what actually had the effect, was it the dizziness or her glare, but the figure gave in.
"Okay dudette; let me talk to my bros." With that he disappeared. Letting her head fall Rachel tried to catch her composure once again. Being pissed off was taking its toll on her body, but her brain was working decently enough to remember the events from last night. She covered her mouth as her eyes filled with tears; closing them as if she was trying to stop them from spilling over. Rachel peeked through her tears to see shadows over her.
"Why the fucking hell did you bring me here? And if you could have saved me, why didn't you save Tyler?" Her voice was unusually steady and calm as she waited for the reply.
"We couldn't reach him in time; I do give my deepest apologies."
"Apologies don't fucking bring-!" Rachel stopped her shouting once her head shot up to yell at the person before her. But her wildest dreams could not have prepared her for what stood over her. Green was the first word to process in her head, and then came the word shell. It looked to be about five foot, with battle gear of some type, swords strapped to its back, and a blue mask around its head, with piercing blue eyes. There were three similar creatures standing near him blocking to only exit in the room. Rachel's throat closed up only letting audible squeaks. In which one of the other warring an orange mask with what looked like nunchaku tucked in its belt, giggled. Then someone cleared their throat from behind them causing them to clear a path way right up to a giant rat. This loosened Rachel's vocal cords and causing her to over flow with curses that would make a marine faint in embarrassment. Her adrenalin got kicking into gear again and she went crab-walking backwards until she hit the wall. At the sound of metal lightly clinking she chanced a glance up to see a katana blade on the wall; it's hilt right above her. She grabbed the sword, pointing it at the now approaching large rodent with a worn old robe on, and a walking stick. At her reaction the rat stopped, and the four creatures, now put together in her brain as turtles, pulled out their weapons. But to her surprise the rat held out his arm and signaled for them to put the weapons away. He came closer only to stop out of the blades reach.
"Child, there is-."
"HOLY FUCKING SHIT IN HELL!!!! IT TALKS!!!!!" Rachel was almost in hysterics trying to pinch herself away while keeping the sword up at the rat.
"Hey! Shut yer damn gab trap, ya disrespectful broad!" This came from the one warring the red mask and carrying a three pronged weapon call sai.
"Raphael!" Came sharply from the rodent towards the red masked turtle, then kindly turned back to Rachel. "There is no need to fear us child, we shall not harm you."
Rachel was shaking immensely when she dropped the sword. The rat pushed the weapon aside with his walking stick and then moved to her side, his eyes looked straight down to her side. Rachel could feel warmth there and the metallic sent of blood filling her nose, but dared not to take her eyes from the thing beside her.
"Donatello. Get the medical supplies we have to redress her wounds." Out of the corner of her eye Rachel saw the last of them run out of the room, the one with the wooden stick strapped to its back and wore a purple mask.
"Wh-who the hell are you?" Quietly came from Rachel as she kept her eyes on the rat.
"I am Homato Splinter; my story is long, child, and right now is not the time, we must repair you wounds." With that he nodded to the turtles and the one in the blue mask approached them. "This is one of my sons, Leonardo, will you let him help you back to the bed?" Rachel quietly nodded not seeing any other way out of this situation other than bleeding to death. Unfortunately for the one called Leonardo, his hand had the audacity to graze her ass when he moved to lift her, which earned him a punch to the face. This caught him off guard and he held his jaw while the other two chucked in response.
"Watch the fuck where those things go pal." Rachel warned him before allowing him to try and pick her up again. This time there was no fist flying. Once she was laying back on the bed the rat… Splinter, was sitting by her head. That was when the purple masked turtle, came running back in with a brown doctor's bag. He knelt beside her and looked to her face with seriousness.
"I need to remove your clothing in order to repair." Rachel was about to tell him there's no way in fucking hell that he or any of these guys gets a tit show out of her, but instead she nodded her head knowing that he was being professional about this. Once the barrier of clothing was removed and her upper body exposed to all in the room she heard a whistle come from the one called Raphael.
"Get the fuck outta here you cheep trilled horny asshole!" Rachel barked at him, and Splinter once again said his name sharply ordering him from the room, soon after the one in the orange mask left as well; the reasoning was neither unknown nor cared about at the time.
"This is going to hurt a bit; you popped one of your stitches." The one called Donatello said, just then she felt a pull on the sensitive skin of her wound, causing more curses to flow from her lips, like a rushing river. She started to thrash slightly in which the rat had gently took hold of her shoulders to keep her still and she felt someone holding her legs loosely, she briefly put together that it was Leonardo. Once Donatello was finished Rachel's body sank into the mattress from the exhaustion.
"It's only this bad because you tensed up." Came from the turtle now wiping blood from his hands; in which caused her to shoot him a glare that the grim reaper would cower from.
"Any why the fucking hell wouldn't I be tense. A giant turtle that I hardly know, is sewing me up like a goddamn rag doll, with its bare, what I can fucking guess are hands, that have been fuck knows where. Oh and I have had the worse night of my goddamn life last night, where my best friend god-fucking-damn killed! So please enlighten me how the hell am I supposed to not be tense?" The turtle's eyes changed for slight amusement to hurt as Rachel went on her war path. His eyes lowered with its head as he softly spoke an apology before leaving. Rachel suddenly felt a hand on her forehead causing her eyes to shoot up to the old black eyes above her, surprisingly to her this felt rather calming, and now she could feel the heaviness of sleep hitting her hard.
"Rest child, your anger spent, emotions exposed." The Japanese accent was the last thing she herd before the world slipped away.