Once again-I dont own TMNT, or anything else but my OC's. If you recognize it, it aint mine.

Chapter 13

Dons POV

When Fawn yelled for me at 2am, my heart nearly stopped. After peeling myself off of the ceiling, I remarked , "Good Lord that girl has some pipes."

As I made my way to the infirmary, it hit me that it wasn't just me who had woken up. Her alarm woke everyone up. Leo and Mikey had started on hot chocolate for everyone.

I walked into the lab to see her wiping her mothers face and whispering to her. I reached for my sister, not wanting to get my hopes up.

"Marlowe," I said firmly as I took hold of her wrist. She grasped my hand in a very weak grip.

I chuckled, trying to suppress a giddy giggle. "Rest, Lowe. I'll remove your tubes while you sleep."

She grasped Fawns hand gently.

Fawn nodded, "She's got it," she said. Then she leaned down and kissed her moms forehead gently. "Sleep, Mama. I'll be here. I love you."

Marlowe fell back to sleep pretty soon after. After I was sure she was asleep, I sedated her a little and removed the breathing and feeding tubes. When I left the lab so Lowe could sleep, Mikey had silently settled into his shift, Dad and Raph were waiting by my computer, while Leo and Usagi worked to diffuse some of Fawn's energy.

"So she woke up," said Raph.

I nodded, "Don't get your hopes up for a speedy recovery."

"Don," he growled, "I ain't a moron. She's been down for six months now, 'speedy' ain't gonna happen. Let's just focus on her recovery for now."

"Boys," Dad yelled, "Enough! We will continue our current schedule as it sits. Marlowe will be in bed for a while before she is strong enough to get up."

I nodded, 'Once she is able to, I'd like for her to start feeding and taking care of herself again. She needs to learn it all again."

"Why," Dad asked. "She didn't have any damage to her skull."

From the doorway we heard a chuckle. "I learned to do Marine stuff in my sleep and mostly dead."

We turned to see her looking at us through one barely open eye.

"Well, her sedation wore off fast," Raph commented.

"It always wears off her fast," I said. "Most medicine does. Her recovery times are generally half what ours are," I finished as I led them over to her. "How are you feeling, Lowe?"

"Like I been hit by a deuce."

Raph snickered, earning himself a swat on the arm from our father. This, coupled with the stern look on Dad's face was enough to get Raph to look contrite.

"I want that Private's balls," Lowe continued.

I laughed, "Lowe, I don't think he was a Private."

"He'll wish he was when I get done with him," She growled.

Pop just chuckled and rested his thumb on Lowe's forehead. "Rest now, my daughter."

To this day, I am still not sure if it was Pop that put her to sleep or the exhaustion, but Lowe soon fell into a deep, healing, sleep.

A/N-More to come shortly. Sorry it has been a bit.