Beep.

What was that sound?

Beep.

Voices...muffled whispers.

Beep.

April cracked open her eyes, white flooding her vision. She immediately shut her eyes, a migraine pulsing in her head. If that was what people considered to be heaven, then she'd like a rain check.

Beep.

"The surgeries went well. She's sleeping now."

Beep.

April frowned. She didn't recognize the voice. It was a female, somewhere in her forties, maybe, if April had to guess. The more she began to wake up, the more she realized she wasn't in any afterlife at all, but rather, a hospital.

She moved her arm and felt the IV in her tug at the skin. The pain was gone, but the drugs she knew she must be on kept the horrific feelings away. April tried to wiggle her toes with no luck. The fact scared her, but she willed herself to stay calm.

"She'll be lucky to walk right again..."

April froze. She could feel the eyes of whoever was talking suddenly go on her and she fell limp, pretending to sleep, her ears on high alert. She could feel her heart thump loudly in her chest and she was thankful the doctor, or whoever it was, couldn't hear it.

"If she follows her physical therapy regularly, she'll be able to walk. But with a limp. The surgeon doubts she'll ever be able to run again. She's lucky she was taken in when she did, otherwise she would be confined to a wheel chair right about now for the rest of her life. Still could if she doesn't follow orders. But we'll have to wait and see, I guess...yeah, I'll be sure to do that. Anything else she might need?...noted. I'll see you tomorrow, goodbye."

April heard the 'clink' as a phone took its place back in its receiver. She didn't dare open her eyes until she heard the door shut and opened her eyes to find that the woman had turned the lights off.

The red head stared up at the ceiling, eyes wide. Wheelchair...she could be stuck in a wheelchair...She wanted to tear off her sheets and stare at her legs but knew she didn't have the strength nor did she really want to know. She had a good idea of how bad of condition her legs where in.

It felt like minutes, but it must have been hours. The sun had set in a heart beat and the moon sat in the sun's place. A 'click' came from the window and she could feel a cool breeze tickle her skin.

She blinked. One moment she was alone, the next, four dark figures stood over her, their green skin and colourful masks faintly seen thanks to the moonlight that found its way into the room from the window.

April stared up at them, not really looking, but more like seeing through them. They were there, but at the same time, they weren't. Her eyes found the red-brown eyes of her best friend in the darkness and, from the look on his face and the sadness in his eyes, he knew. They all knew.

April blinked at him, not really sure if she was silently asking him anything or not. Maybe it was the look on her face, perhaps it was written in her body language, but Donatello bit his lip and gently tucked her hair behind her hair so gently it brought tears to April's eyes.

"It's not your fault, April. You saved Mikey. If you hadn't...he would probably be dead. You're his angel, April. You fought so well and...We're so sorry, April. We are so...so, sorry..."

But she didn't hear him. She remembered the night, now. It all came flooding back to her and it made her heart ache. Mikey had let his guard down, she knocked him out of the way and managed the hit the Foot's weapon away only for the ninja to round house kick her off of the building where the fall felt like it stretched for centuries.

April knew she didn't regret it. She would rather be legless than Mikey-less. Her eyes found his in the darkness and his bight blue eyes were red from crying. She wanted to tell him it was okay, it wasn't his fault, but she couldn't. It was too much for her.

The red head looked from Mikey to Leo to Raph and back to Donnie, her eyes traveling to each unique set of eyes that she could find in the unforgiving darkness of the hospital room. Should she be crying?

April didn't know what to do. She knew she could cry. Wasn't that a given for anyone in this situation? But even though the tears were there, none flowed out of her eyes. She knew she should say something. Anything. They all stared at her with anticipation of something she couldn't give just yet. Instead of crying or saying the right words, April turned onto her side, pulled the blanket over her head and closed her eyes.