Note~ Just kidding, I wouldn't end it there. I want to write more, but my idea's are drying up a bit. Please R & R, so I can get some more inspiration.
"Nancy, Nancy," While holding her, Michelangelo felt something on Nancy's back. He pulled a feathered dart off of her. Looking back down, Michelangelo could see that Nancy was breathing. Quickly, Michelangelo took Nancy back home to the lair. The rooms was empty when he entered.
"Guys," Michelangelo yelled. "Master Splinter, anybody?" Getting frustrated at no response, Michelangelo looked at Nancy. A sweat had broken out on her forehead and there were no signs of her waking up. Upon further examination, Nancy's hands and body were covered in a cold sweat.
Raphael stepped in from another sewer tunnel dressed in a trench coat and hat. Leonardo stepped out of Splinters room with Splinter. Immediately Splinter sent Leonardo to get Donatello. Everyone else followed Michelangelo. He put Nancy in her bed. He noticed that her breathing becoming labored. Donatello entered followed by Leonardo. Splinter gave Donatello the dart and he left to analyze it.
"Leonardo, go get some wet cloths." Splinter stepped to where Michelangelo was to help lay Nancy down. Michelangelo took his hand from her back, covered with blood, Splinter looked at Raphael. "Bandages quickly." Raphael stepped out. "Michelangelo, I need you to hold Nancy up so I can slip her shirt off." Michelangelo looked at Splinter not understanding why. "I need to look at where she was hurt." Michelangelo moved around to support Nancy from the front, which had him sitting on the bed. He helped Splinter ease her shirt off. Michelangelo leaned Nancy against him while Splinter looked at her back.
Where Nancy was hit was inflamed and bleeding lightly. Splinter sighed a small relief that the bleeding seemed to be stopping on it's own. Leonardo and Raphael came back in with the wet cloths and bandages. Splinter started to clean the wound then stopped.
"Leonardo unsnap he bra," Splinter told him. "The straps are in the way I can't put the bandages on. Leonardo stepped around Michelangelo, grabbed the straps and tried to unhook them. Getting nowhere, Michelangelo got irritated by Leonardo's pulling, he pushed Leonardo's hands out of the way and unsnapped the three hooks. Carefully, Michelangelo and Splinter eased the strap off of her left arm. Michelangelo pulled the sheet up to cover Nancy from the front.
With the bra strap out of the way, Splinter was able to wrap up Nancy's shoulder. When he finished, they put one of her nightshirts on and took the bra off the rest of the way.
Donatello burst into the room, syringe in hand. He pushed Michelangelo aside and felt Nancy's pulse. It was going fast and irregular. Her labored breathing still continued. Pushing back the sleeve on Nancy's right arm, Donatello prepared to give Nancy the shot. Michelangelo grabbed Donatello's hand.
"It's an antihistamine." At the other turtles blanks looks he continued. "Nancy is having a reaction to what she was shot with. Her throat is closing up on her and her lungs might fail." Hearing that, Michelangelo backed off. Donatello gave Nancy the shot and covered her arm back up.
Everyone but Donatello left the room. Splinter went back to his room and the rest of the turtles sat down on the couch. Michelangelo rested his head in his hands and gave a big sigh.
"For a moment," Michelangelo started. "I was having flashbacks of when Shredder shot Shannon."
Everyone was coming out of the movie theater, throwing popcorn at each other. Shannon walked by Leonardo, who was next to Michelangelo. Passing central park, the guys heard a scream and immediately jumped into action, Shannon followed. A girl, was being terrorized by foot soldiers. The turtles quickly took care of them when Shredder stepped out.
"Shannon, come home with me, not with those freaks." Shredder demanded.
"No, Daddy. What you are doing is wrong and I won't stand for it any longer." Shannon told him.
"You better listen to me girl, do not make me angry." You could tell by his tone that he was already very upset.
"No, I'm going to stay with the turtles." Shannon turned to walk to them, keeping her Dad in sight.
"I warned you," Shredder yelled, and pulled out a small hand pistol. He aimed it and Shannon started running towards the turtles yelling no. As Shannon reached the turtles, she said something to Michelangelo, a shot rang out. Shannon slumped to the ground, her opened eyes staring at nothing. Everyone stood there stunned. Shredder tossed the pistol aside and ran off. Michelangelo dropped to his knee's and started shaking Shannon.
"Tell him yourself, you can tell him yourself." Tears rolled down his cheeks as he stopped and laid her body down. He looked at his brothers and saw that they too were crying.
Donatello came over to the guys.
"How is Nancy?" Michelangelo asked
"She'll be okay. Her pulse has calmed and she can breath easier. Donatello paused for a breath. "Nancy might be out for a few days though, so were going to have to take turns to make sure she doesn't get worse."
"I'll take the first watch."
"But Mikey," Leonardo stopped him. "You've already been through enough tonight. Why don't you let one of us. . ."
"I said, I'll watch her, Leo," Michelangelo got a chair from the kitchen and set it up in Nancy's room. As he sat down, Leonardo came to the door.
"I'm just trying to watch out for you." He told his brother.
"I know, I just feel that I should be here." Michelangelo said. Leonardo nodded and went out, closing the door behind him. Michelangelo looked over Nancy and saw that she was breathing better and wasn't covered in sweat anymore. Sitting back in the chair, Michelangelo prepared himself for the long night.