AUTHOR'S NTOE: eek! sorry about the delay..I know I said that I would leave ya hangin, but I kinda did didn't I? I appologize profusely! at leat it wasn't on purpose! completely do to my life being busy at the worst times. again, I appologize! enjoy!

AUTHOR'S NOTE 2: gonna be some switching in P.O.V. this chapter just for the fun of it. enjoy!

six months later

I awoke slowly, only to be blinded by brilliant white lights. I squinted at them then turned my head to look around. I was in a hospital! How in the high hell did I get in here? I hadn't the faintest idea. All I knew was that my head hurt slightly and I felt very much rested for some odd reason. How long had I been here?

When I had laid there for a moment and my brain had had a chance to focus a little, I noticed that I was strapped to several machines that beeped, whirred, and checked my heartrate. I even had IVs in each arm.

"Ah, you're awake finally. How do you feel?" I turned to the doctor who had spoken to me.

"Okay." I croaked, my throat was insanely dry. "I-I could use some water." He nodded and grabbed me a glass. Carefully, he titled the glass to my lips so I could drink it. That's when I noticed the flowers next to my bed.

"Who are those from?" I asked

"Not sure. You can check the card." He picked it up and held it in front of me so I could read it.

I hope you get better soon, I miss you lots!

-Mikey

Mikey? Who the hell was Mikey? Then again, who the hell was I?

"Hmm...I don't remember any Mikey." I said softly.

"Possible amnesia." the doctor muttered and jotted it down on some paper.

"Possible?" I questioned, hearing his words.

"Well, we have to run some tests to be sure. procedure, you know. Now, you just rest and regain some strength. are you hungry by any chance?"

I thought about his question for a moment, then shook my head.

"Alright. I'll bring in another doctor to come and ask you some questions." he said, then left.

And so I laid there, stewing. I had just lost my entire memory! How was I ever going to get it back or would it be gone forever? For the life of me, I wished I had the answers, but I didn't. Tears pricked my eyes.

Not long afterwards, another doctor who indentified himself as doctor Carter came in and asked me some questions. I have him the answers he needed, nothing more. I didn't want to be around anybody at the moment. I just wanted to be alone. Soon, much to my relief, he left the room.

How in the hell was I going to retrieve these memories? A therapist maybe? That was the one thing I had actually paid attention to when the doctor had been in the room, his suggestion for therapy. Well, if that's what I needed to get rid of this lost feeling, so be it.

That described it exactly...lost. and lonely. at that thought, tears poured down my face.

Mikey's POV

I sat on my bed, wondering as I had for the last six months, is she going to wake up? Raph, the creep, had told me that it wasn't likely at this point and that I should start letting her go. I told him that would totally never happen. Raph merely

grunted and left the room. I really wish he didn't have such a bad way of looking at things all the time. I could use his support in this. I had Donny, Leo, and Splinter though. It was a start.

My heart ached. Would I see her smile again? laugh? cry? Would I ever be able to hold her in my arms and kiss her again? I hoped with all my might that the answer would be yes. That impulse to see her sprung in me as it did everyday. I already knew how to get up to her hospital room without being seen and stay that way. Standing, I crept out of the lair and headed off.

When I got there, I peered into her window as I normally do. To my shock, I saw her sitting up! She was awake! Joy filled my heart to the brim. A smile spread across my face as I thought of reuniting with her. It would be wonderful! Later, I decided, when the doctor left, I would slip in and say hello.

I stared straight ahead thinking about my discharge the next day. Would I survive with these lost memories? The doctor had told me that they would make sure that I was taken care of despite my condition. I felt like child in a grocery store feeling helpless because they can't find their mother or father. I sighed and decided that I would tough it out as best I could.

That's when I heard my hospital room window slip open. I whirled my head around and saw a huge figure coming into my room. Since it was pitch black in my room and nearly that outside, all I could see was a shadow. I laid down as quietly as I could and stayed still, hoping the person, whoever they were, wouldn't notice me. I heard the figure walk towards me and stop next to my bed.

Crap! Crap! Crap! I thought, fearfully.

"Hey, you." a male voice with a surfer-style accent said, "It's me, Mikey!" The voice was filled with a tenderness that for some reason stole my fear away. I thought about his name for a moment. He was the one who brought me the flowers! That meant that he knew me. Whoever the bloody hell I was.

"Um..hello." I said after a long moment.

"Hey...what's the matter, babe? aren't ya happy to see me?" he sounded crestfallen at my lack of enthusiasum.

"Uh...a little hard to be when I have no idea who you are...thanks for the flowers though."

I heard the figure take a sharp intake of breath. "Y-you don't know who I am?"

I shook my head. "Amnesia." I said simply. "Don't feel bad," I said, feeling a need to reassure, "I don't even know who I am."

"You're Christine...my girl." he said quietly.

I sat stunned, unable to think of anything to say. "Y-Your what?"

"My girl." he repeated.

I glanced at the man in the darkness, skeptical of what he just told me. After all, he had just crept into my room at night. That didn't give his honesty alot of merit at the moment.

"How am I supposed to believe you?" I asked finally.

Before he could answer, moonlight filled the room and I got the first real glimpse of the person whom I had been talking to. I screamed in horror at what I saw. It turned out he appeared to be a huge...turtle?!

"Now, Christine, it's okay-"

"Aaah! get away! FOR GOD'S SAKE GET AWAY!!!!" I screamed loudly enough for a doctor to hear, for one came rushing into the room.

"Are you okay, miss?"

I looked around before answering him and noticed that the huge whatever the hell it was was gone now.

"Y-yes. I-I j-just saw a shadow and got frightened...sorry to bother you." I lied. I knew for a fact that if I told him the truth, he'd send me to the psych ward, labeling me offically out of my mind.

The doctor looked at me for a moment. "Are you sure?"

I nodded, laid back down and put the covers over me once again. The doctor left the room. I spared one glance at the window, reassuring myself that the figure was gone, and bid myself to sleep.