'It was dark….
I'm scared of the dark… moonless room I'm surrounded in….I feel so drained..I-I can't move….Come on me!
Draxum doesn't like-...wait…
He left me….'
The albino turtle starts stirring. With her breathing hitched for a momentary.
Recalling what happened many hours before.
'I was hugged?... By a total stranger….I- I let him hug me?!...'
She continued to conclude what had happened after that. A flash of warmth hit her skin. It shocked the turtle. Was she warm? But she was cold a lot earlier.
It all clicked for the albino turtle as she launched with a wide-open eyes snap. How the hell she got here?
A rush of nausea hit her stomach, forcing herself to swoll the fluid back down. "Bleh."
"I wouldn't rush if I were you." A familiar voice rang in her head. She turned over to see the turtle in the red mask, Raphael, right?
Then she noticed something. There were no other layers of fabric on her skin or shell. That includes one thing. She has no clothes ON?! She brought the blanket closer to her chest, her face turning red. Embarrassed.
Raphael tilted his head to the side, "Is there something wrong?" he asked. "W…. where are my clothes!?" She panics. Thinking the worse of what may have happened.
"We had to take them off…They were soaked from you sitting in the rain." Raphael explained to the panic turtle. "It was causing you to get a fever."
Oh?
It has taken a few moments for the albino turtle to respond to the snapping turtle. Having an apprehensive look on her face.
Raphael's face was red at the expression, shaking his head with the wave of his hands. "No…no..no, we did not! Had any bad attentions to do to you." Trying to reassure this turtle.
The albino turtle begins to calm down, 'why am I calming down? But why-' she begins to think carefully. She has to ask about their reasoning for having her here.
"Why are you and your family helping me?" she asked, looking back down at the blanket covered her body. Clenching the blankets, "With all I had done and who I followed? I thought you all despised me."
A big hand rested gently on her shoulder, making the she-turtle look at him. "Look, it was hard for me to understand why you were brought here by Mikey. But his reasonings have a purpose as to why he did. You looked lost to my younger brother, so he brought you here to rest off the fever."
"And…we don't kick anyone out that needs aid. Instead, they're enemies or not, we'll try to help the best we can." Raphael softly smiled at the turtle, who looked at him in shock.
All of what she had done, they took her somewhere warm to aid her. What would Draxum say?
Getting flashbacks of him leaving her behind during battle, why she felt her blood boiling? Was she bad at him? She didn't feel angry, though. All of that thinking brought her back when Michelangelo hugged her. A hug. Something she had never been offered to her before. No one has been this generous to her before, ever.
She felt depressed.
Biting her lip, "I apologize…." flashed an apologetic look at the snapping turtle before looking back at her hands.
'Your fam…family is kind.' The albino kappa thought. She could feel the eyes of the snapping turtle on her. Rather than accept her apology or not, the painted wood turtle didn't care. She didn't care if she was forgiven or not.
"Didn't expect you to be so apologetic so soon." Raphael grabbed her attention again.
"I can imagine why, but we fought you for so long." He started, but zoning out began.
"Thought I would be a lot more difficult than at hand?" She asked, eyeing Raphael. Snapped him out of him spacing out. "Well….."
"Sorta…we were enemies unless…" Raphael looked back at her, making eye contact with the turtle. "Are we still enemies or?" He raised his brow muscle. "I honestly don't know." She glanced back down to her hands.
"Where would I even go? What am I going to do the rest of my life?" She began to ask difficult questions. The turtle brought her knees to her chest, hugging them. She felt insecure with these questions. What is she going to do?
"That's simple, Pinky," Two heads turned over at a rat. Master Splinter. "You're welcome to stay here with my sons and me." He approached the albino turtle. "Finding something to do for the rest of your life will be difficult to figure out on your own, but follow what your heart says."
Placing a comforting hand on her shell.
"Thank you." She nodded her head at their master, and he soon walked away to deal with other tasks at hand.
Raphael looked at the time on his phone, "well my watch is over." The albino turtle looked at him, brief confusion. "Since we don't quite trust you yet….we made a schedule for at least one turtle to watch you." Raphael explain to her. Which she nodded understanding.
He gotten up, proceed to walk to his room. To regain his energy. A familiar silhoetted walk beside Raphael. "Get some rest big bro…I got this!" The she-turtle widen her eyes, she recongize that voice.
Seeing Leonardo, the red-ear slider turtle. A turtle that gets the albino turtle's nerves easily. Like sparking a figure with a tooth pick.
"Can I get another turtle to watch me?!" She shreeked, just knowing full well this isn't gonna well for her or him.
"Nope! You're stuck with me!" Leonardo only chuckled. He is going to enjoy this, just by the smug look upon his face. The albino turtle clench her jaws together, as he landed his shell on the couch that she was resting on. Near her feet were.
"Now…."He said, looking at her. Clearly thinking his choice of words. "We gotta find a way better name to call you." Taking out a piece of paper, it had a list of names that all the turtles had chosen. Only hours before she woke up. Showing the list to the she-turtle.
"Pick one!" He told her. She only groan at the response.
"Unfortuntly I can't very much read well." She crossed her arms across her plastrom. "And you can see during fighting?" Leonardo asked the turtle.
"Fighting and reading is two different things that my eyes can do, let's this I can only see past at the end of this couch. Draxum helped my eye sighet with these droplets he made specifically for me."
She watched Leonardo placing a hand under his chin, "I guess I'm choosing your name then." He said, with his smug look returned. "Maybe go down by the list so I can hear my opinions?" The she-turtle growled in the suggestion.
He thought for a moment. "Nah!" He replied, looking back at the list. Many opinions to choose from.
In the meantime, the albino painted-wood turtle only glared at him, was she even pose to have a choice of a name? Wait why is he giving her name?
Leonardo went down by the list, 'Amelia? Charlotte? Erza? Isla? Grace? Lucy? Penelop? Pandora?' He thought. Looking at the she turtle for each name her read from the list. There was only one name that suited her well.
A name that he very much chosen based off a comic book, that he had read in the past. And his brothers think it's not a name. We'll see about that.
"I'll call you Pandora! Pan for short!" He pointed at the she-turtle. "Is that even a name?" She asked.
"Yep! Since it's now your name!" He told to Pandora.
He waved a figure at her face, before bopping her on the nose. Enjoying her irritated glare toward him. "How long is this watch?" She asked.
"Loong" He answered. "You're an idiot.." She insulted him. "Aww thank you!" He replied to her comment. This is the only way to get more on her nerves than it is.
She huffed out a sigh of frustration. Leaning her head on the couch, Pandora felt the wave of exhaustion hitting her again. Like a tsunami.
"Tired again?" He asked her, watching her movements along with the sudden behavior change. She looked at him. "There is no way I'm going back to sleep." She fought her heavy burning eyes.
"Cariño, necesitas descansar, Medic says so!" He snickered, getting up from the comfy couch. Noticing her left shoulder a little swollen and bruised. As a medic, Leonardo went for a closer look at it.
"watashi wa anata no tooi came wa kau koto wa o susume shi masu," Pandora spoke in Japanese, glaring up at Leonardo. {I suggest keeping your distance turtle} is what she had meant. Leonardo looked at the albino turtle in confusion.
"What's that pose to mean?" The red-ear slider asked, "Then you know what it means of not understanding another's foreign tongue."
"Ok ok, I get your point you. I was telling you to rest." Leonardo explained to Pandora. Taking another examine on her left shoulder. "Say didn't you dislocated this earlier?"
"Yeeesss.." She slowly said, "I just used a pole to slam it back in." Pandora explained to the medic turtle. He moved her forward so Leonardo could work on the arm. "Hey!" The albino turtle protested.
He started wrapping her arm up in a bandage, with the albino painted-wood turtle struggling to hold in any screeching in pain. "Can you be any gentle?" She growled in pain. Leonardo chuckled. "Your the one being difficult, dama." He pointed out.
"However, I'm trying to be sure it won't swell up even more. Plus you won't be able to use your arm if it's not securely wrapped."
"Baka..OW!" Pandora scrimmed. "Like I said, your the one being difficult with this process." Leonardo pointed out. Finally done wrapping her arm. "There all done!" He gave her some space.
Getting a bottle of medicine, pouring a small amount in a cup. "Alright here is some medicine, it will make you feel better!" He gladly pronounce to the albino kappa. She takes the cup, chugs down the medicine. "Bleh!"
Chuckled, Leonardo handed her a glass of water, "this will help get rid of the aftertaste." She taken it, sipping on some of the water.
Pandora hands the glass back to the turtle. She all of the sudden felt dizzy, laying her head onto her pillow. Lifting her legs back on the couch. Feeling something damp on her forehead.
She couldn't fight her exhaustion, closing her heavy burning eyes.
Pandora could feel the annoying turtle's eyes on her before darkness took over.