Ch.7 Where am I?
Leonardo opened his eyes. He was laying down on his shell. Looking up to the the ceiling, he saw it was rocky and moist. The ground that he laid on was damp and earthy. 'where am I? This doesn't make sense' he wondered 'One minute I'm at home making tea, the next I'm here, the question is, where is here?'
He tried to sit up -PAIN- his body protested. Everywhere hurt and ached. Slowly, Leo propped himself up on his elbow. -PAIN- he winced and laid back down. His head was pounding, he reached up and held it with both hands. He felt a warm moist substance on his right hand. Leonardo pulled it down in front of his face. Shock and panic spread through him as he looked at his hand, there was blood on it. He shoved it back up on his head. Applying pressure so as to stop the bleeding.
He laid there for a while, thinking 'when will it stop bleeding?' his arms started to ache from holding them up so long. The blue masked turtle thought of something, 'if my body will let me, I can tie my mask around my wound as a bandage' he tried to lift his head up -PAIN- 'that's not going to work' Leo felt around his body for any rocks or anything he could use to prop up his head.
'nope. No rocks. Looks like I'll just have to endure the pain or wait a while' he tried to lift his head again, using his hands to help push it off the ground. -PAIN- he laid his head back down and exhaled a breath he didnt know he was holding. 'alrighty then, waiting it is' he thought, trying to humor himself. It didnt work, he was still aching and cold and scared.
Leo wondered how long he'd been there and why he hurt so bad. 'where am I? Do my brothers know I'm here? My brothers...' he wondered if they were all right and if they were in a situation like him. Leo tried to pick his head back up again -PAIN- he winced and dropped his head. -PAIN-PAIN-PAIN- he grabbed it again 'big mistake. won't be doin' that again'
He laid there and listened to himself breathe and water dripping somewhere. His head was still killing him, like a migraine, 'man, I shouldn't of dropped my head like that! Stupid! Stupid! Stupid!' -pain- 'god, thinking even hurts'. The constant drip-drip noises didn't help either. It was terrible, drip-pain- drip-pain- drip-pain-. 'guh. Will it ever end?'
His eye lids felt heavy and his sight grew dim. The blue/red (due to the blood) masked turtle closed his eyes, waiting for death to come. 'Almost there, almost there' he thought to himself. The pain started to dull, then stopped as darkness came over him.
