~ Don't really have too much to say here's the next chapter.
The next few days, the turtles each took turns watching over Nancy. On the forth day, Michelangelo was sitting next to Nancy. Studying her face he looked for any signs of her waking up.
Nancy's eyes fluttered.
Not sure of what he saw, Michelangelo brushed Nancy's hair back. Her eyes fluttered again, opened then closed.
"Wake up, Nancy," Michelangelo whispered. "Come on, wake up." Nancy's eyes opened again and stayed open this time. They focused on Michelangelo. Nancy started to say his name but was interrupted by a coughing fit. Michelangelo helped Nancy sit up and held her until the coughing stopped. After Michelangelo got her a cup of water, she had him help her to get up to stretch. Nancy then sat back on the bed and realized that she was wearing a different shirt.
"What happened to my shirt," Nancy looked around. She put a hand on her shoulder. "Do I dare ask about my bra? What happened at the skating rink? I remember falling off the skateboard and hitting a foot soldier with it, then it all gets fuzzy.
"Splinter and I had to take your shirt and bra off, we were attacked." Nancy said oh, then gave Michelangelo a questioning look "Don't worry, I made sure to keep you covered. Nancy nodded and Raphael walked in.
"Hey Nancy, how are you feeling?"
"Hungry," Nancy said. "Felt like I haven't eaten in days." Raphael and Michelangelo exchange glances.
"What," Nancy asked. Raphael put a hand on her right shoulder.
"You've been out for four days." Raphael told her. Nancy shook her head and pushed her hair back.
"What happened exactly?" Michelangelo explained what happened and how he brought her back to the lair. By the time Michelangelo finished, Nancy had her hands clenched the sheets and she was shaking. Michelangelo put his arm around her and held her until she stopped shaking.
"I'm sorry," Nancy said as she sat up. "I just wish I knew what he had in mind for me." Nancy took a deep breath. "But it's okay, I can be a big girl, I won't go crying in every corner." Raphael put his hand on Nancy's shoulder again.
"We're all here for you," Raphael told her. Nancy put her hand on his and gave him a grateful smile.
"Thanks," Nancy looked at Michelangelo and gave him a smile. Raphael left to go to bed, it was around two am. Nancy leaned on Michelangelo, his arms automatically went around her.
"I don't mind being held though," Nancy said. "I don't feel so alone. But I do want to be strong."
"Having someone there for you doesn't mean your weak. Being weak is giving in, giving up." Nancy lifted her head and looked up at Michelangelo. She had him lean down and kissed his cheek.
"Thank you for everything," Nancy whispered. "No matter what happens I will never forget you." Michelangelo smiled and softly touched her hair.
"You know with your hair like that you could pass for a Picasso picture." Nancy playfully pushed Michelangelo away and got up out of the bed.
"Let's go get some grub," Nancy said. "I'm starving."