Spike shoves Raphael off her and stands, quickly reaching her friend's side. "April?"

"No, Spike, I'm fine," April says, putting her hand to her head and closing her eyes. "Don't worry about me."

Michelangelo stands, frowning. "Um…what did she do?"

"She was in a meeting and got into a huge argument with some of the guys there," Vern explains, bringing up the rear. "Yelled at 'em and everything, I've never seen her like that before."

"April?"

"They said some pretty disgusting stuff," April protests.

"Like 'I think we need a few more stories on the vigilantes' and 'April, you discovered them, you get first dibs'?" Vern asks in astonishment. "Wow, yeah, disgusting."

"They said other things," April says defensively.

"What did she say to them?" Leonardo asks.

"She stood up, slapped a guy, and told him to never say such things about her again," Vern explains.

Raphael stifles a laugh.

Spike stares at her. "April?"

"He said horrid things about me. I heard them," April says stubbornly. "Didn't you?" She turns to Vern.

He shakes his head. "I can honestly say I didn't. I have no idea what you're talking about, April."

April turns to the others. "I heard him. I'm not crazy." She looks imploringly at Spike, grabbing her hand. "You know I'm not crazy. You always believed me, right?"

Spike nods certainly. "Of course I know. I believe you. I've heard some of the guys at work say some pretty disgusting things."

"So that's where their black eyes came from." Vern snaps his fingers. "Of course."

"So, you got kicked out?" Michelangelo asks.

"Uh, more like she was strongly advised to leave until she calms down," Irma says. "I told them she was having an allergic reaction to medication."

"So, she's not fired," Michelangelo says. "That's good news!"

"Yes, Mikey, that's good news." Donatello pats April's shoulder, smiling reassuringly. "I'm sure this will be sorted out soon."

April looks up at him and smiles, her eyes glistening a little. Donatello inhales, and freezes with his hand on her back. "Thank you, Donnie." She chuckles. "You're beautiful too."

A frightened and embarrassed whimper is the only sound that emerges from the turtle as he yanks his hand away. "What?!"

April looks at him, puzzled. "You said I was beautiful. I….made a joke out of it."

"He didn't say that," Leonardo says, staring at her.

"I didn't hear it." Raphael shakes his head.

Michelangelo holds his hands up. "Woah, April, maybe you're overtired or something. That happens to me, I once drank a carton of soda, and the next morning, I thought Master Splinter told me to punch myself, so I did."

"Four times," Splinter adds, sighing. "April, my dear, how do you feel?"

"I feel fine, Splinter." April shrugs. "Really, I feel normal."

Irma tugs on April's arm. "Come over here and sit down, okay? We'll talk, but sit down first…."

Spike turns to Donatello. "What was that about?"

Donatello turns to her, pale green and shaking. "I…..I didn't say she was beautiful."

"We know," Spike says, confused.

Donatello leans closer, eyes huge. "But I thought it."

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