Rated M for Mature

If you recognize it, it ain't mine. Only Marlowe is mine.

Ch. 7

Mikey POV

Nearly a week later, Marlowe fainted and hit the floor with a loud crack. She had never had a history of fainting spells before, according to D, so he sent me and Raph into her room to get her pills. When we got back, Raph was shaking and Leo had to lead him away for a little bit.

Don had her on the heart monitor and a breathing mask on her face when we came back in. Her heartbeat didn't sound right to me. It kept randomly stopping for a few beats then starting up again. I handed Don her pills and as he read them his face went red and even I could tell he was fighting his temper. Out of the three of my bros, Donnie's temper is the one to watch out for.

"What is it, Donnie," I asked, almost afraid to know the answer.

"The VA, Mike. These two," he snarled as he sat down the Antipsychotic and the anti-anxiety pills, "Aren't supposed to be taken at the same time, or they cause heart health issues and possibly death. And this one," he said holding up the antidepressant, "at this dose, is only to be administered to patients doing in-patient treatment. The sleep aid shouldn't be prescribed if anxiety or depression is present in the first place! I just don't know if she is gonna make it, Mikey."

I heard those words and my heart broke. I ran for my phone to call Uncle Pete. As I left, turned to see Don throw the antipsychotic at the wall. The bottle shattered and pills went everywhere. My big brother was as angry as we were scared.

Dons POV

It took everything I had to keep my temper. I was so mad at the VA, but mostly, I was mad at myself. I was the one who hadn't checked her meds when she got here. I checked her tattoos and made sure she was alright physically, but figured the human doctors had at least gotten her medicine right. Boy was I wrong. I trusted the Marines with my precious big sister and they sent back a mentally ill ex-soldier whose medicines where working together to kill her.

I knew something wasn't right when I hooked her up to the heart monitor and her heart kept stopping and starting intermittently. As it was, she wouldn't wake up and the longer it went on, the more scared I got. I started her on some charcoal to try to negate the effects of the bad medicine faster, but it wasn't working. She fell into a coma and just after I put her on Oxygen. This was worse than her catatonia. At least then, she was breathing on her own and her heart beat was normal.

I sat there next to her for a solid week, only leaving to eat, sleep, and visit the little turtles room, and when I did, Raph sat with her.

Usagi came to visit us towards the end of the week. He had been stuck here for years before we met him.

Usagi POV

After losing my Master and becoming a Ronin in my world, I was somehow, banished to this one. I spent days, slipping in and out of consciousness before a beat cop named Casey Jones found me. I spent the better part of three months learning how to function in this world.

I learned quickly that if I dressed as the White Rabbit from Alice in Wonderland and told people I am a cosplayer, I could go nearly anywhere I wanted. I bought clothes on the internet (Thank You, Casey) and found that I liked the feel of jeans and t-shirts during the day. I learned to bind my ears to my head and cover my face when I went anywhere without dressing like a dandy. If I wore a jacket and gloves, no one could tell unless I hadn't covered my face. A baggie stocking cap, a pair of sunglasses, and a scarf rounded out my outer wear.

If anyone asked why I was covered up in summer, I told them I was an albino with porphyria. I ended up with a night shift job cleaning kennels at a groomers place. It didn't pay much but when my boss stopped by unexpectedly, I got caught.

She smiled at me and said, "That's where the short white hairs were from."

Until I met the Turtles and Sensai, she was my only friend, outside of Casey. She was up until she died, even though I didn't work for her anymore. Raph gave me the tattoo of her dates and the Breast Cancer ribbon on the inside of my right forearm. I still have a few shirts she gave me of the ribbon, too.

I spent the better part of three years hearing about the boys sister and had hoped to meet the Marine they adored. However, when Casey and I arrived at the lair, there was a sense of sadness in the air, like someone had died or was dying.

I had always heard about how pretty she was, but the woman in that bed was absolutely beautiful; even with all of the machines. Part of me wanted to rip the machines away and let her go peacefully, while a deeper, more instinctive part, willed her to fight.

The next night, I volunteered to sit with her, and did as often as I could. I held her hand and studied the scars. She had been so strong that it hurt me to see her like this, even though I had never really met her. I had heard stories of how strong she was, and indeed, how she was when she came home, but I had never had the opportunity to meet the woman Sensai spoke so highly of.

It was a shock when Sensai offered me her room to sleep in while I helped with her as much as I could. Her blanket was green embroidered silk from Tokyo. Her sheets still carried the scent of cedar, prairie sage, and sunshine. In her mirror she had stuck pictures of her and her squad in Afghanistan. Her phone and book were still on her dresser, where she had left them. A photo of a beautiful woman in a wrap dress and a man in a gi caught my eye. I wondered if this was Sensai and Lady Shen. Then there was a much more recent photo of a woman that looked like Sensai with Marlowe, which was obviously taken in Tokyo. A third photo, next to the bed, was beat up and creased. It was her and her family.

I removed my clothes but my hand stopped when I reached for the waist band of my boxers. I was unsure if sleeping in naught but my fur would be disrespectful. I decided it would be and left them on. Sliding between the crisp, but soft sheets, I smiled slightly and nuzzled into the pillow. I was certainly not expecting her scent to awaken the primal parts of me that I worked so hard to overcome.

I expected to be awoken the morning of her birthday to a very somber scene, but it was happy. She wasn't dead yet. The boys wrote her letters, brought her flowers, and made her things. What I did not expect, was to be woken up two weeks later to the screaming of the heart monitor or Raphael's pure panic at the fact that her heart had stopped. It took Don shocking it three times for it to start beating again.

Don POV

It was very late at night when the alarms on the heart monitor went off. It must have been divine intervention as I had just completed the defibrillator I had been building. I found an old medical journal that had the schematics for one and decided it would be smart to keep around. I never ever thought I would have to use it on anyone, much less my sister.

When the monitor started screaming; Leo, Raph, and Mikey were still out on patrol and Dad had went to bed hours ago. Usagi was dozing off on the couch. Casey was watching a late night slasher flick while they waited on the others.

Usagi nearly fell off of the couch. Casey must have jumped high enough to touch the valve under the catwalk. I had been in the lab, working. All three of us ran into the infirmary and immediately began trying to get her back.

After a few minutes of CPR, I decided we should try the defibrillator. We worked feverishly to remove all the leads for the heart monitor so we didn't fry it. We charged up the defibrillator and I had the guys stand back, allowing Casey to work the dial.

The first didn't work.

Neither did the second.

With the third, there was a slight pulse. It grew stronger and steadier quickly. We quickly agreed that, while relieved, Marlowe was nowhere near out of the woods yet.

A/N-Sorry it took so long. Hoping to have the next chapter up soon. Please review.