Disclaimer: I got one word...no.
A/N: Sorry it took so long to get this typed up. I've been busy. Okay, tell me what you thinks, please. And no, I don't read a lot of Shakespeare, my mom used to and she sometimes quotes him, so I got the idea to use that for the title. It fits, yes? And sorry this is short, but I have to stretch it out a bit and I could probably end Angel's story in one part, but it's got to stay with Sheri's story. So...hope y'all enjoy!
Where art thou?
By: TMNTlover4ever
Part 2: Opening Old Wounds
Angel opened her eyes and felt something cool, but hard touching her skin. She was wearing her light blue spring dress with a bunch of different fruits on it.
She got up, seeing that the floor was wood. She was in a living room. There was a couch and two recliners in front of a tv, and a bookcase up against the wall.
"Shewi? Waph? Mikey? Donnie? Weo? Gwandpa Swinta?" She asked the apartment.
She walked down a hallway with doors, and pictures of her and her family on it.
She heard a cough in one room, and slowly opened the door...
A woman of about 26 was sitting up in bed, coughing horribly. She had strawberry blond hair and green eyes. She was under the blankets, but you could tell she was wearing a white t-shirt.
"Is that my little Angel I hear coming in?" She asked with such kindness. Her voice sounded like a dozen angels even if she was sick.
"Mommy?" She asked, closing the door behind her.
"Who else?" Her mother asked.
"Whewe is daddy?" Angel asked.
"He's at work, hon. Where else would he be?" Her mother asked.
"Just wonderin'." Angel muttered.
"Well, am I gonna get a hug from my baby girl?" She asked.
"Of couwse!" Angel ran and jumped on the bed, embracing her mother in a hug. She hadn't felt this in such a long time. Her mother smelled of a sweet perfume that she remembered. Hugging Sheri, the turtles, and Master Splinter made her feel safe, but it wasn't the same as hugging your own mother.
Like all good things, the hug ended, and her mother got into another coughing fit.
"Mommy, what's wong?" Angel asked innocently.
"I just got a disease. It'll be okay. Mommy's gone to the hospital and they say when they get a blood donor, mommy will be okay." Her mother said, managing a weak smile.
"Okay..." Angel said.
"Now, you go watch tv, or play and wait for daddy to get home, okay?"
"Okay, mommy." Angel sadly walked out of the room. Angel looked back seeing her mother laying down in the bed to take a nap.
She had forgotten all about Ultimate Draco and the Time Scepter. But she still remembered Grandpa Splinter, the turtles, and her rescuer, Sheri.
But her young mind didn't understand what was wrong with her mother. She couldn't figure out why mommy was so sick. Something about all this was familiar though...like it had happened already once before, but Angel couldn't seem to figure it out.
Angel walked down the hallway and was in the living room again, when the phone rang. It was on a little end table by the left arm of the couch. She picked it up.
"Hewwo?"
"Hello, this is Dr. Papadopoulos, is Angelina Nickels there?"
Angelina was her mother's name.
"Yes, but I think she's asweep." Angel said.
"Is this her daughter, Angel?"
"Yep."
"Oh okay. Well, tell your mommy that we still haven't found a donor when she gets up. Okay? And have your dad call me when he gets home, okay?"
"Sure, Dr. Pa-Papa-...Pappy."
"Okay. Good-bye then." He said with a slight chuckle. Their little daughter was sooo cute.
Angel hung up the phone. Mommy said that if she found a donor she would be okay. But if the doctor couldn't find a donor, then mommy wouldn't be okay.
Angel realized that she was reliving her past. She remembered this. Her mother had died and after her mother died, her father started abusing her.
Angel ran to where her room was, threw herself on the bed, and started crying. She didn't come out until her father had come home...
TBC