A/N: I'm sooo sorry this took me so long. I had major writer's block with this story. I had a plan, but then it changed so now I had to think of something better. Also for the Happy vs. Bad ending is 1-0, happy. In case you were wondering. I know you aren't. Anyways, enjoy and review as always!

Chapter 7.

When Ryan awoke, a few days after her mental incident, she felt like she was in a heavily drugged haze. She vaguely heard Donnie explaining to her what she was on and why. The room was so fuzzy and the ringing in her ears basically drowned him out. She saw Raph at the end of the bed, staring at her, obviously waiting for her to speak. Her mouth was too dry though and the jumble that was her head definitely couldn't form a sentence.

What even happened? Her gaze slowly shifted down to her body, eyes immediately catching on the huge bandages covering her arms and her blood ran cold. She didn't remember getting into any fight.

"..died on the table..."

How could this be possible? All she remembers was going to sleep next to Raph, now she wakes up hooked up to a heart moniter and heavily bandaged?

"..right up the vein.."

She heard Donnie's words, slowly trying to piece together what had actually happened. Her eyes fixed on the purple turtle as he spoke, watching his mouth move so she could understand what he was saying.

"Because you tried to commit suicide, unfortunately you're going to have to take anti-depressants. Now I know you've been through a lot, so they should really help your mental state. Honestly, I'm surprised you haven't broken before, what with the miscarriages," Donnie said freely and factually and Ryan's jaw dropped.

"Donnie you promised!," her voice cracked out roughly and Raph put his head in his hands, before pulling up his big boy pants and standing up.

"Ryan, the night you came here, I forced Donnie to tell me what happened to you." Ryan looked at Raph incredulously, anger visibly flowing behind her eyes. She sat up in the bed ready to yell, but Raph cut her off. "And I may have told Kylie some things too, on acci-"

"YOU WHAT?!" She billowed, chucking the nearest thing she could grab, a thermometer at his head, before swinging herself out of the bed. Her legs were weak, but she ignored that and the turtles screaming after her as she rushed from the room. Using the wall to steady her, she sprinted towards the room they shared, flinging the door open.

She had expected to see her sister crying on her bed, so upset with herself that she had been so naive to have not seen the bruises. She did NOT expect to see her sister in mid-coitus, with Mikey. Kylie heard the door open and whipped her head around, seething to Mikey under her breath. "You said you locked the door.."

Ryan was over to the two in a second, pulling her sister away from him and shoving her towards the bathroom.

"Kylie Rachel Stumner, I cannot believe you would do this so young! Kylie we haven't even had the talk yet! You don't have proper protection, don't argue with me, get in the shower! We'll talk more later." She shut the bathroom door, leaving her sister to do as she instructed. Her anger was now ripping through her, first Raph opened his fat mouth and now she found her sister sleeping with Mikey! Could it really get any worse?

The answer is yes, if you were wondering. It always can get worse. Ryan had grabbed Mikey by the back of his shell and dragged him to the main living area. Raph and Donnie, hearing the ruckus entered the room where Leo and Splinter sat, watching TV. She practically threw Mikey to the center of the room. Expecting all eyes to be on Mikey, who had literally plopped right dead center between everybody, she was shocked to find they were on her, so she cleared her throat to speak.

"Go on, uh..." why couldn't she remember what she was going to say? "Go on, tell them... tell them wh- what... what did you do?" It came off as a question as her body swayed slightly. Distantly, she could hear a dripping noise and slowly she turned her head towards it. Oh, right. The cuts. Her bandages were soaked through in blood and now were beginning to drip below her. Apparently she had ripped the stitches.

"H-Huh, that suh-," Ryan was cut off, by her body crumpling to the floor and she was out again.

This time, when she came to, her arms and legs were strapped to the bed. Though she couldn't blame them, it was pretty stupid of her. But she was just so mad. The only people in the house she wasn't mad at were Leo and Splinter, but they spent most of there time in the Dojo anyways, so it wasn't like she had an actual friendship with either of them. The rest of them had all betrayed her in some way.

This time, it was Kylie at the foot of her bed, face tear streaked. She looked up at Ryan as she came too and smiled sadly.

"I-I'm sorry, Sissy," she cried out, throwing herself onto her sister's bed. "I didn't think about the consequences, I'm so sorry."

"It's okay, Kylie. I maybe should have reacted better," she said, petting her sisters head. "Sorry for ruining your first time." Ryan teased lightly and her sister cried even harder into her stomach. A muffled sentence came from her sister. "Hmm?" Her sister lifted her swollen face and swallowed.

"I-It wasn't my first time, Sissy. I uh... he.. uh..."

"He what? I'll kill him, Kylie he didn't make you do it, did he?"

"No, Sissy! If anything I made him.." She blushed at that, but pressed on. "I'm p-pregnant."

And on that note, for the second time today, Ryan lost consciousness.