A/N: Ha, an update… to those who read My Life, I'm still working on the next chapter. I've been having writer's block with that one… those of you who read Forgotten, wont have to deal with me having that problem. I'm about two or three, maybe more, chapters ahead of the last update. This story, just got some new ideas but it'll still be slow. As you know, school's gonna start next month. Whoop-dee-fucking-doo. But on a brighter note (excluding people who don't like, or haven't played (YOU MUST)), Halo Reach is coming out next month as well! So, half looking forward, half not, for next month. Blah. Thank you's to Kole and Queen-Book-Luver999 for reviewing, and to those who alerted/fav'ed this fic. Enjoy ^^

Why does it feel like someone's sitting on my chest? Fuck… it's hard to breathe…

I tried moving, only to flinch as pain waved throughout my body. Bad choice. Okay, new plan. Work on opening eyes.

I imagined myself grunting with effort as my eyelids didn't budge, and chuckled at the lame attempt for a joke. I tried more seriously this time. Crap, harder than you think. It's like when you've stayed up four nights in a row, with the help of sugar and caffeine, and just all of a sudden; crash. Out like a light.

Ha ha ha ha… owww…

Ok… ok… let's try this again... Is there such a way to exercise eyelids? Nah, didn't think so.

Oh, wait, was that a twitch? Yes, I think it was! Damn I've got to stop being sarcastic in these kinds of situations…

Oh man… my head hurts… wait… am I moving?

That got my eyes to move. They cracked open, before sliding shut. Again, it's like when you're trying to stay awake.

I tried some more.

Dark, blurry scenery…

Shut

Ok, little clearer…

What's that?

Voices?

I can't… can't tell what is being said…

Ugh I feel dizzy…

Wait… it's getting clearer…

"-Is crazy-"

Crazy? Who's crazy?

"-stupid-"

"-why are… this?"

"Have to hurry-"

"-maybe we-"

"idiot"

Why do they seem familiar? … why am I shaking? It's getting… fuzzy… suddenly I'm…

TURTLE~

My eyes snapped open. They moved, looking for someone but not seeing as well. My pupils shrank in the light before I clenched my eyes shut. Everything was dark… yet so very bright. I started to rub my eye with the heel of my palm, when I stopped. Or, was stopped. My eyes looked down as a habit, unable to see the cold metal. I lifted my arm as high as it could go, stopping four inches above the fabric I'm laying on. My eyebrows furrowed, my mouth frowned. I shut my eyes, my eyelids burned. I opened them again, staring at the ceiling. I breathed in, the air smelled of disinfectants and… something else, it's hard to tell what with all that disinfectant in the air. Reminds me of a hospital…

I shot up, eyes wide. I struggled with my restraints. Only my wrists were bound with metal clasps. My breathing quickened. No matter how much I pulled and twisted the chains would not give.

My struggle must have made more noise than I had realized, as I heard fast footsteps coming my way, but it didn't matter to me now. The door opened, I didn't acknowledge it. I kept pulling at my restraints, until a hand was on my shoulder. I jerked away from the touch, head snapping up.

Holy shit they are green…

Well, at least that got me to stop bruising my wrists. Wait… where was my cast? I moved that wrist. Yup, cast-free. My eyes never left the green figure. I swallowed the panic in my throat and tried sitting far away from the green figure. Green skin, no ears, unhuman looking nose, something on his chest… (or was that its chest?) and a… purple bandana? It was silent between us as I slowly calmed down, but the chains did not slack in the slightest bit. I flinched when he moved, jerking my wrists and turning on the spot. With one arm still stick behind me, I scooted until my lower back dug into the metal bar, my feet in front of me as my body tensed. He paused, before slowly reaching over and grabbing a clipboard on the nightstand beside the bed. I narrowed my eyes as he unclipped a pen and put it to the paper.

"How do you feel?" My shoulders tensed more as he spoke.

I'm chained to a bed, no idea where I am, feeling like my whole body's been beaten to a pulp (which probably happened), and you ask me how I feel? I feel fantastic, jackass.

I decided to keep quiet.

"Okay… can you tell me your name?" Nope. "Your age?" Nope. "Does anything hurt?" Fuck yeah. "Can you tell me anything?" Yes, just don't wanna. He sighed. "Can you even speak?" Same answer. He frowned, his brown eyes flickering to the door. I slowly followed his gaze, then slowly back. If I moved too fast, the headache would get worse. He sighed again, more exasperated this time. He sat down in one of those rolling chairs, the back falling apart but seemed sturdy enough. He swung around towards a counter filled with who-knows-what. Okay, cotton balls, bandages, ointments and creams, but who cares? I don't. That let me get a better look at him.

Is that a shell? What is this guy, a turtle?

Yes.

I furrowed my eyebrows together.

What was that? Common sense? Oh well… crazier shit has happened to me… like now...

I snapped back to the world of the living to see the turtle being staring at me. Shit, forgot I make faces when I think. I glared at him, and he turned back to his work. I shook my head and slowly let the chains go slack. Seeing as he probably won't be letting me go soon, I got comfy. Using this time, I looked down at my body and narrowed my eyes.

A cast on my leg, bandages around an ankle, when I moved I could feel some on my stomach as well. I glanced back up.

I looked at my arms, seeing the scratches and bruises on them, before I leaned down and brushed a strand of hair behind my ear. I stopped and touched my head. More bandages? I glanced back up, seeing his back still turned.

I looked at my bruised hands, calloused palms, and bruising wrists. I looked back up when footsteps were heard, coming from the hall. TurtleMan heard them too and looked up in time to see another turtle person in the doorway. This one had a blue bandana and a different skin tone. I narrowed my eyes when he turned his eyes to me. Mistrust shown in his hazel eyes, as mine probably showed the same, along with a few other emotions. I frowned, baring my teeth just a bit. I didn't like this guy. I didn't like either of them, but this one I didn't like the most.

"She's awake." His eyes didn't leave mine. "What has she told you?"

"Nothing, staying absolutely silent." The first turtle person said. "Just woke up a couple minutes ago." Blue nodded in acknowledgement before making his way towards me. I tensed, pulling at my restraints as I backed up as best as I could. He pulled up a chair and turned it around, sitting down with his arms crossed on the back.

"What's your name?" Why should I tell you? Oh yeah, you guys have me prisoner… well, no one said I'd be easy. "Who do you work for?" Where did I hear that before? He waited for my answers, which he never got. His frown deepened and he stood. He walked over to the first turtle. "What's wrong with her?"

"Besides being stubborn? Her body's probably suffering from shock and cannot process words." Yeah, that's it. "Her wounds are healing well, and she will be able to move freely in a day or two." Doesn't feel like it. Second turtle glanced back at me, I was still glaring, and nodded to the first turtleman, before he left. TurtleMan turned to me, offering me a smile to which I silently declined.

"My name is Donatello, and that was Leonardo." Sounds… renaissance-y. "My other brothers are Raphael and Michelangelo." Yeah… defiantly heard that from somewhere… maybe in school? Eh, don't pay much attention anyways… Oh, missed something. He was looking at me expectantly, and I raised an eyebrow, tilting my head. He sighed. "We won't get anywhere until you tell me your name…" Oh, that question again. Time for the famous question!

"Where am I?" He looked up at the sound of my voice, my head still tilted to the side. He blinked, before giving me an answer.

"In our home… the medical room exactly…" I looked away, still tense. "What's your name?" What's with that question? Oh, right.

"Jay Noel…"

"How do you feel?" He seemed pleased that I was talking. I cracked a weary smile.

"Like I got hit by a truck… tired…" He smiled.

"Get some rest, I'll get you some food when you wake next." He made for the door.

"Donatello…?" He paused looking back at me. "Leonardo… I don't work for anybody… I run my own business…" I laid down, unable to keep my guard up any longer. My body hurt, I'm tired, and I'm going to take advantage of the soft… warm… inviting bed…

TURTLE~

Like Donatello had said, he brought me some food when I woke up. A steaming bowl of soup was on the nightstand beside me, some water as well, and I was alone. I looked down at my restraints. My stomach growled.

Meanie.