Sorry for not posting onto my Fairy Tale story, My muse just kind of dried up on that one. I would love some plot ideas on how to further the story if you care to comment on that fic.
This is my 1st TMNT fic, I loved the look of the guys in the most recent live action movies so I decided to base this off of that. Hope you guys enjoy, let me know what you think in the comments.
Triple shift. Again. I sighed with weariness, nearly boneless as a trudged through the empty streets of New York, but smiled as I reminded myself that this internship would pay off. All these long hours would soon reap benefits. At 5 Am one has to be reminded of the benefits, or one might give up entirely. This one being me.
"Just another month." I breathed to myself, " Then I can make my own schedule, earn more money, be in charge for a change."
I smiled at this, so proud of myself, the directionless introvert whose family'd always said I couldn't make it on my own. So many new opportunities were just around the corner because I finally stuck with something, and had the discipline and drive to finish it.
"Do something today your future self will thank you for." I repeated my mantra often. Just to remind myself of how far I'd come and how far I could go. And boy, was I thanking my past self for getting into nursing, for finding the program and doing the research. Past self, ya done good.
My apartment, blessedly, wasn't far from the hospital and with the sun almost up, I had forgone my usual paranoia of taking a taxi and had decided to walk. With my pepper spray and rape alarm, ya know, just in case. For fresh air, I deserved it, not exactly fresh, but fresher than the ER.
My thoughts on air freshness were interrupted by a distinctly masculine shout that was followed by a heavy thud and a groan. Strangely enough, it had come from the roof of the abandoned building I was walking past. I itched to help them, but someone on top of an abandoned building probably brought what ever pain they were in on themselves.
That doesn't mean we don't help, just because they're stupid.
"Ugh, why me?" I huffed, looking to see my building just three blocks from my current dilemma.
They'll be fine, yeah. No need for me to stop, just keep walking.
I almost did, until I heard phlegmy, weak coughs and a pain filled groan followed by deathly silence. So despite my paranoia and fear of heights, I found myself climbing the rickety metal ladder on the back side of the building, gritting my teeth the whole way.
" They better be seriously injured." I murmured to myself in hopes my sarcasm might distract my body from hyperventilating.
I reached the top with a sigh of finality, walking around the water tank and roof access door I spotted a large figure lying on the ground.
"Hello, can you hear me?" I loudly asked as I rushed to their side ripping my sleeve up to see my watch as I found a pulse point on their rather large wrist.
"My name is Kay, can you hear me?" I asked again, hoping they were at least somewhat conscious.
"Loud and clear, Babe." He muttered, startling me from my task.
"Can you tell me what happened?" I asked a bit more quietly, finishing my counting as I moved to check his legs for any visible injuries.
"Fell." He replied, and I could hear the grin in his voice, even as I felt him stiffen his fists, and I responded with my own.
"Yeah, I heard." I chuckled, continuing my perusal. "Can you tell me where you're hurting?"
" The better question, Babe, would be, where am I not hurting?" He quipped, finishing in a coughing fit. He probably has some damage to his ribs, hopefully nothing serious.
"That'll be my next question, Babe." I quipped back, shocking a chuckle from him. I had learned very early on that it was best to let people cope in their own way. He was afraid and in pain, and I couldn't say I blamed him, so if he wanted to make jokes and call me babe, who was I to deny him? "But first how about a cha tell me where it hurts?"
He chuckled again at my joking manner but abruptly stopped as his coughs turned into wheezes. Yep, that's his ribs. I went to the area and moved his jacket and shirt to get a better look.
Green.
His skin was green and scaly? Moving his shirt further up his chest I found what looked like the breast plate of a turtle.
Costume.
My brain immediately provided. But the idea was just as quickly dismissed, that was real blood coming from that carapace. I ripped his shirt up the side seam to get a better look at his wounds. A stab, with some considerable force behind it to crack his plates and injure a rib.
"What's your name, handsome?" I asked him, as I dug into my bag for a water bottle and an emergency kit I had hoped I'd never have to use. Thanks again past self. He wasn't answering and his breathing had slowed down considerably.
"Come on." I urged, splashing water towards his face before returning to cleaning his wounds. "What's your name?"
"Mikey." He croaked.
"Mikey, I need to get you inside this building, it's abandoned, and I'm guessing you don't wanna be seen."
He grunted as he tried to sit up.
"Woah, Tiger!" He was bigger than I'd thought, and really heavy. My only explanation for how we managed to get inside, stumble down a flight of stairs and over to a mattress was adrenaline. I laid him there and then ran back outside to retrieve my bag and a nun chuck that had to be his.
"Mikey, Mikey!" I called as I got back to treating his side. "Is there someone I can call for you?"
"Donnie." He whispered, and then he was out.
We were in the clear as far as stopping blood loss, and a concussion so I let him sleep. As I finished off the bandage and sat back on my heals cleaning my hands with an alcohol wipe making a cursory perusal for more wounds I suddenly realized that this was the first I'd seen of his face.
"For someone so paranoid, you really aren't very observant are you?" I muttered, amazed at myself for not paying better attention. Because there he was, the answer to all the little oddities I'd found while helping him, a large, obviously genetically modified, turtle. With an orange mask covering his eyes. I pushed my hair away from my face as I shook my head with a wry smile, hardly believing it, but not being able to deny what my eyes were seeing. He was a turtle.