The box turtle and albino-painted wood turtle entered the turtle's home. AKA the 'lair.' This lair had this stillness and quietness within the home.
The three other turtles were in their chambers. Their father, the 'rat,' was resting in his chamber.
Michelangelo led the albino turtle into the lair, her pink eyes exploring each little detail in the room. Her clothes were thoroughly damp, leaving the she-turtle shaking.
Michelangelo gently grabbed the painted turtle's left arm, leading her to another room. Setting her down on the couch.
"Mikey…." Both heads perked up at the new tone of voice. Directed to another entryway to this room.
Raphael stalked over to the two. Significantly looking directly at his younger brother before glancing over to the she-turtle.
"What possessed you to bring HER?! Here into our LAIR!?" Raphael had one of his tonfa's pointing at the intruder. Keeping his eyes on his younger brother.
Pink kept her stare at the concrete floor. She kept still despite the fact feeling of dizziness flowing in her head. Her cheeks were turning rosy red.
"She is one of our enemies!" Raphael reminded his young brother.
"I saw her sitting in the rain…alone." Mikey protested against his brother, "I can't just leave her sitting there…she looked so..so..lost."
He shoved his older brother's protests and went over to the turtle, tugging at some of her clothing. Getting her belt off and then the kimono shirt. Throwing the pieces of clothing to his older brother. Raphael carried the soaked fabric with one arm. Shocked waved into his mind at the fact of how cold it was. Concern filled his mind, putting his tonfa away, using his free hand to place on her forehead.
Feeling her temple burning up, the snapping turtle saw his young brothers' familiar expressions and body language when they were coming down with the flu or running a fever.
"She's burning up!" He gasped. He quickly placed her soaked clothing in an empty basket. Finally, Michelangelo gets her pants off and the last layer on her torso. Raphael grabbed a blanket and threw it over her shoulders. She gratefully grabbed the blanket, wrapping it around herself.
Michelangelo has taken off her stockings, shocked to see her cute skin pattern on her feet.
Pink refused to let her guard down the whole time. But each moment passes with this fever taking her brain over. Making her fuzzy in the head. She has no clue that the turtle in orange has taken her clothes off.
Oblivious that she's shivering and concerned eyes looking at her. Even another two pairs of eyes stared directly at her, complete with concern. She could feel their hostility towards her being. Eventually, the emotion washed away. All of that the she-turtle could hear was mumbling.
She felt like she was pushed down on her back, with her legs grabbed to place on the other side. of the couch. The albino turtle fought the fatigues that soared through her body despite the soreness; she felt like she was in a pool of drowsiness. In the end, her exhaustion won.
Michelangelo watched her chest rise and then fall. Leonardo placed a cold rag on the strange turtle's temple.
"This has to be the most unhinged situation to occur, our gigantic enemy inside our home!" Donatello growled at pronouncing his say. Michelangelo had to remove his concerned glance at the sick turtle. Turned over to his brother.
"Donnie, we all saw what Draxum did!" Clenching his fist together. The box turtle felt his blood boiling in rage. "He…he abandoned her at the line of danger! An…and she looked lost, not knowing what to do."
Raphael closed his eyes, recalling when he risked his shell for hers. The snapping turtle remembered the hurt in this turtle's eyes at that moment.
"There's no other place for her to go-"
"But-" Before Donatello protested his younger brother's chaotic decision. His other brother approached 'shh' him with an index. Flicking up his royal blue mask tail's to the side.
"I get Mikey's ideal was not the brightest, but I think it was smart to bring her here!" Leonardo crossed his arms with a smug look on his face.
Getting inches closer, poking her beak. She would have him down on his shell in seconds if it weren't for her being sick.
"Nardo, I believe you have mistaken from that one time. Where she pinned you down with her blades held against your will." Donatello waved his hand, "And earlier, where she threw you and then threatened you to throw her again."
"I just think that she has insecurities problem-...Like she was raised by Baron Draxum. She has to have many problems." Michelangelo pointed out.
"I think she needs a new life other than the one she had with Draxum." The box turtle crossed his arms.
Watching Leonardo in amusement to just watch the sleeping albino turtle.
"Besides, through all the tough bad girl side of her is scary, but cute…." Leonardo gasped. "I wonder what her smile would look like!"
"Guys, enough!" Raphael barked at his brothers. Three heads snapped over at their oldest brother once more. "Enemy or not, she needs help, and I highly doubt anyone in the hidden city would help her."
"I wish you had given us a heads up, Mikey, but she is now here. So let's make sure we respect. Her boundaries and help."
Tucking her in the blanket a bit more, "For now, one turtle stays with her at a certain part of the day. Rather she likes it or not." He lets out a sigh. "Go, rest, guys; I'll take the first watch."