A/N - Thanks to everyone who reviewed the last chapter and is still reading this story. I did this story as a way of trying first person writing but I'm finding it quite difficult, so the chapters are likely to be fairly short but I will finish this story! If you're a fan of 2003 turtles you can check out my completed story 'Fault' which I'm a lot happier with. Enjoy!
Calculate: Raphael
This can't be real. I finally get free from that stupid chain and Master Splinter passes out on me. He's breathing but blood is still flowing from his shoulder and he won't wake up. I can't stop the panic that's settled in my gut. What am I supposed to do now? I managed to get free from the chains by literally breaking through them, and I'm pretty sure I've done some impressive damage to my arms in the process but we're still trapped in this stupid truck and Splinter is running out of time.
I'm so angry, all I want to do now is find Hun and beat him until he hurts more than Splinter, but I know I can't.
Slowly I take a deep breath. Getting help is the first priority, revenge can wait. I really wish my brothers were here. Donnie would be able to fix Splinter, Leo would have a plan. Even Mikey could probably come up with something. The rattling of the van drags me from my thoughts and I quickly pull Splinter closer to me to stop him bouncing around. I can't help but cringe at the sight of his injury; it looks like it came straight from a horror movie. Glancing around the truck I realise my Sai aren't here and the only other thing in the area is a couple of wooden planks that had probably been forgotten.
I've wasted too much time thinking, I have to stop the bleeding. I quickly strip off my knee pads and belt, silently cursing the purple dragons for removing our shell cells while I fasten the knee pads tightly to the wound. Splinter, doesn't even flinch when I tighten the belt around what I'm pretty sure is a broken shoulder. That can't be a good sign. It's lucky he's pretty small, my belt is just long enough to strap his left arm across his chest. I've never been great with medical stuff but I'm pretty sure leaving his left arm flopping around is a bad idea.
My makeshift bandage will hopefully stem the blood flow until I can figure something out. Splinters good hand is still chained to the wall, but for now I figure I'll check out the wooden planks and hope some kind of plan appears. I'm trying hard to stay calm, but I know this situation looks really bad. I can't focus on that though. At least if I keep myself busy I won't have to think about it too much. Doing something always feels better than waiting around.
Several sharp turns cause the truck to lurch and I try hard to stay quiet as Splinter gets thrown around. At least the chain on him is stopping him moving too much. We've been in the truck a while now and I can only guess they're taking us back to Purple Dragon territory the other side of town.
The only things in the truck are the two half rotten wooden planks, a couple of rusty nails and the chains I snapped. Not exactly the makings of a top quality plan. The truck has no windows except a small mesh covered one on the doors that you can't see in or out of and a small, narrow air vent on the top left side.
It's with a kind of desperation I try to think of a plan that will get us both out of here. We can't cause a fight with the purple dragons, I'm unarmed and Splinters out of action so it'd be too risky.
Huh, too risky?
I'm starting to understand where Leo's coming from when he plans. Planning and taking action myself is easy, but planning and thinking about Splinters situation is hard. I actually wish Leo was here, that's how bad this situation has got. No matter how bad it gets though, there's no way I'm leaving here without Splinter.
Besides, I need to tell him I'm sorry. That I didn't mean it when I said I didn't need him. I just hope I get the chance.
