Once again, I don't own TMNT or any characters but my O.C.'s. If you recognize it, it ain't mine.

Chapter 11

Mikey POV

In the doorway to the infirmary, I stood waiting patiently for Leo to get up so I could take my shift with Sis. Leo silently left the room. I would never reveal that he had tears in his eyes.

Sighing, I leaned over my sister and said, "Come on, Lowie, wake up," then kissed her head and started our day. As I got the water together for her bath, her legs and feet twitched and spasmed. It was all I could do to massage them until the muscles relaxed and the tremors stopped. After this, I washed my sister, freeing her of the fine layer of sweat that had bloomed during her fit.

Next, Donnie came in and did his normal morning stuff. After her catheter was changed, her IV port cleaned and changed, he switched out her food bag and her IV bag. Then, he waived his coffee mug under her nose. When she didn't even twitch, he deflated some, sighed and went around the partition into the lab.

After he left, I changed her sheets, checking for any sign of bedsores. Next, we did her therapy for the first time of the day to make sure her muscles didn't atrophy. As the months wore on, I watched my sister get thinner and thinner. Whose idea of a cruel joke was this? Lowe didn't have much to loose before her coma, and loosing weight she couldn't stand to lose, well that scared me. I made a note to ask Don about a higher calorie supplement.

After all that, I sat down next to her and grasped her hand. I waited to tell her my news until I saw Don slipping his headphones on.

I leaned forward and said, "I took my finals yesterday. They let me do them online. I aced them, Sis. Must run in the family, huh? So now I have a grand total of three Masters. Please don't tell Leo, or Don, or Dad. I don't want to try to explain the scholarships or the loans from Uncle Pete. Or the video chats with my professors. Thank the Good Lord for the letters from Chief Vincent. Dad may be OK, but you know Leo, he will freak out."

I pushed an errant hair out of my sisters face and continued. "I took your advice and focused on Inter-tidal zones."

I sighed as I saw my sisters breathing slowly increase and become erratic, obvious signs of a nightmare. I climbed into the bed next to my sister and held her. Even the coma and tubes couldn't stop the nightmares and terrors. My heart ached and squeezed at the sight of sister fighting something in her mind.

"It's alright, Lowe," I whispered into her hair as I petted her head the same way she always did for me as a child. "You are home and safe, now. Nothing can hurt you here, Sis. We are all here, safe and sound. We are all just waiting for you."

When they finally calmed down, I looked up to see Raph in the doorway. "Are you gonna cook or do I need to?"

Thinking for a minute, I answered, "We can just send Fawn to Marco's."

"Freya's," He negotiated. "Jason sends desserts and ii think Fawn and Donnie could both do with some chocolate."

I chuckled, "Jason sends dessert because you stopped that thug from stealing the engagement ring."

"Hey, it was his Gramma's. She gave it to him the night before."

Smiling, I said, "Have Leo call it in. I'll take a Seattle Cobb Club on wheat with fries and the dressing on the side, otherwise it makes a mess."

Raph nodded as he left.

Splinter POV-

After supper, I settled on a floor cushion in the infirmary. This part of the day always drained me. I settled in to meditate. Two hours later, as I was coming out of it, a three fingered hand rested gently on my shoulder. I knew which one by the soap.

"Yes, Donatello," I said softly as I looked back over my shoulder.

"Dad, I just got Fawn's test results back," he said as he handed me the papers.

Looking at the papers for a fer minutes trying to decipher them was starting to give me a migraine. I finally relented, and handing them back, I said, "This is Greek to me. Explain."

"Dad," He started, "if her scores are this high, I doubt she was in standard advanced classes. Fawn is a genius to rival Einstein. Seriously, Dad, she is somewhere between Einstein and Hawking."

I sat there, astonished by my granddaughter yet again.

"So, " he continued, " I pulled her records from the school in Cheyenne. She was in college level classes when Jack pulled her out. She retained her common sense, AND she beat Leo during their spar."

My eyebrows shot up.

My third son just smiled and nodded, but then he stilled and his smile faded, "That's not all. During her physical, I took some x-rays."

"And," I said when he stopped.

"She has had her feet and ankles broken broken so many times it is a wonder she is still able to walk. Both of her hands show evidence of fracture, as do her arms. And those were just the films. There are scars, fading bruises, and," he stopped and looked up.

Leo stood in the doorway holding a dishtowel on the back of his arm.

"What happened," I asked.

"Fawn. It's my own fault, I walked up behind her while she was cutting a slice of cake. I startled her and she turned and slashed me."

As he pulled the towel away, we could see the long shallow cut about an inch above his tattoo.

"She seems a little jumpy," Raphael said from behind Leonardo.

Donatello sighed, "Well she has been abused, so," He trailed off.

No one noticed Marlowe's fist clench.

A/N-Once again-life.