Last chapter, I really struggled with this one but I just couldn't get the idea of doing Aprils POV out of my head. So here it is. Definitely needs editing which I'll try to get round to at some point.

I don't remember much of actual kidnap, it all happened so fast. One minute Casey and I were walking back from school, heading towards the lair. The next, there was the sound of squealing tyres and I found myself being thrown in the back of a van occupied by several Kraang droids. I could hear Casey shouting outside as the van doors slam shut. After that something struck me on the back of my head and everything goes black.

When I awoke, I was in what appeared to be some sort of lab. A white room with numerous metal tables, dotted around, covered with various pieces of equipment, from beakers filled with colourful fizzing liquids to metal implements that glinted menacingly in the light.

They asked me questions, lots of questions, but my panicked state and the strange roundabout way that they talked confused me. When I didn't answer, or when I didn't give the answers they wanted, they hurt me. What they did specifically I can't remember. I can only recall their mechanical laughter and feeling so much pain that I wanted to die. They'd stop for a minute to ask more questions, but again I couldn't make out what they were saying and they'd hurt me again. This went on for what seemed like forever, again I can't say how long, there were no clocks in the room.
Eventually they stopped and released me from the table. I tried to run, but my legs were so numb they felt like jelly giving way the second I was on my feet causing me to hit the floor face first.

When they'd stopped laughing, two Kraang grabbed me under the arms and dragged me down the hall to a small empty holding cell, identical to the one my dad and I had been kept in when we first met the turtles. It was cold and dark, my body ached from whatever it was they had done to me. I wanted to cry but I refused to give them the satisfaction. By now Casey should've reached the turtles who were probably looking for me. Part of me hoped they were. I would've given almost anything to see Donnie at that moment. But part of me hoped they weren't. I know the guys can hold their own against almost any foe, heck I've seen Raphael throw Kraang around as if they were rag dolls. However, I've seen some of the injuries they've sustained, and I wouldn't put it past the Kraang to make a trap for them. If one of them got hurt because of me, I would never have forgiven myself.

That was the start of a horrible routine, I'd be left in my cell for hours at a time, the only interaction was when they dragged me out for another session of interrogation and torture, of the occasional times they'd bring me food. With no clock or windows it was impossible for me to determine how long I was there and, if I was honest, it all became one big agonizing blur. I came to long for the times when I blacked out, I couldn't feel anything then. Soon I spent most of my time unconscious.

It must've been one of those times when the guys found me. I remember suddenly feeling the cold wind on my skin and the feeling of strong arms around me. When I opened my eyes, everything was blurry, but I could just make out the olive green form of Donatello, his purple bandana a bright streak across his green skin. I remember him saying something to me, but what I don't know as I blacked out again.

Once back in the lair I spent most of the first week in my room, my injuries preventing me from doing a lot. Donnie never left my side, constantly checking my wounds, some of which appeared to refuse to heal. Although he seemed calm, the constant look of worry and concern in his eyes never seemed to fade. Even as my injuries healed I could see the anger and hurt in his eyes so I covered as many as I could up with long sleeved tops and sweaters despite him telling me on more than one occasion that he still found me beautiful. To me those marks were just reminders of how weak I was, and I hated them.

The nights were the hardest. Visions of the lab, plagued my mind the second I closed my eyes and I often woke up screaming. Each time I cried out, he was there to offer me reassurance and comfort. Never once did he complain that I'd woken him or disturbed him from working. After a while he started sharing the bed with me, the feel of his warm body next to mine was a constant reassurance that I was safe. It was nice waking up to his gap-toothed smile or, if I was awake before him, the sight of him sleeping. His face, devoid of concentration or concern was really a sight to see. Up close you can see the freckles on his face, which make him look adorably cute. His mouth is slightly open when he sleeps causing a very faint whistle as he breathes. The whole thing looked so peaceful I could've lay there watching him sleep all day. Nights got a lot better after that.

Thanks to Donnie's expert care, I was soon up and about. Everything seemed to slip back into normality quite quickly. Master Splinter invited me back to training, which helped to both distract me from unwanted thoughts and build up my strength again. To begin with, I seemed afraid of nearly everything. Whenever there was a loud noise, or someone touched me, I'd jump as if I'd been shocked which was stupid as I knew the guys wouldn't let anything hurt me. Thankfully my jumpiness seemed to fade over time. Casey came down whenever he could, updating me on things that happened at school. As always he and Raph would get into a wrestling match over something stupid or the two of them would end up chasing Mikey round the lair whilst Leo and I watched them from the sofa.

The majority of my time was spent in Donnie's lab, helping him with his work or just watching him. I looked forward to those times with Donnie, he was so loving and considerate. His patience had no bounds and he always knew how to make me laugh when I was feeling off.
The best moments where when we just sat and talked. We'd just sit on the cot he sometimes used for a bed, me leaning back against his plastron while he hugged me against him. We'd chat about anything, sometimes we'd put a film on his laptop. In those moments we'd forget about all the bad things that had happened and just focus on us.
I could tell him anything and I'd know he'd give me his full attention and do his best to understand. It was easy to relax around Don, he didn't try to force me to talk about things, or constantly bombard me with endless chatter. That's one of the reasons why I love him, he was so considerate and easy to talk to despite struggling with his own insecurities. He blamed himself in part for what happened and still saw himself as an unlovable freak no matter what I told him something I was determined to change. If only he could see himself the way I saw him.
Clearly we both had issues we needed to work through. But we'd be ok, Donnie knew it and I knew it. In time, everything will be ok.

Thanks for reading, lemme know what you think, I will try and get round to editing this at some point.