Well, I got a couple more reviews, so that's great ^.^ thanks to everyone that reviewed, favorites, and followed. Special shootout to KatrinaSebastian, who has written a phenomenal TMNT 2k14 story, and both followed and favorited my humble little fanfiction here.

Anyway, here is my disclaimer, I don't own TMNT, but I can dream! Oh, and hellos from all of my sisters; they're glad to hear some people are enjoying this!

Onto the story!

They'd suffered through nearly twenty seven hours in the Hashi, and probably would have been there a lot longer had their sensei's ultra-sensitive ears not caught onto some sort of sound. With no warning, his long tail whipped out, wrapping around the corner of the rectangular board Donatello was balanced precariously on, yanking on it harshly and sending him to the ground. He landed harshly on his shell, and lay there panting for a moment, before giving a nauseated moan and sitting up shakily, pale, clapping both hands over his mouth, making a conscious effort not to spew vomit all over the Hashi floor. It wouldn't be the first time, and probably not the last, but the chore of cleaning it up definitely got old. He'd always been susceptible to motion sickness, and his sensei took full advantage of this whenever they were being punished.

"Mahhh…" he barely swallowed a hiccup, forcing bile down. "Master Spliiih… Splinter?" oh god, it was coming up…

"I sense something among our guests- tend them."

Nodding shakily, he stumbled to his feet, rushing out. After a generous distance away, he slammed one shoulder against a concrete wall, both hands moving up to massage his temples a moment. Now that he was back on solid ground, his vision was beginning to stop its dipping and swirling, and his stomach was settling. But he wasn't in the clear, not yet; he was still vulnerable to a terrible ill spell if jostled the wrong way.

He heard a moan, this was considerably high pitched and weak. Lifting his head, he glanced around, finding himself outside his bedroom door. That was where the noise was coming from. Straightening up, she grabbed the knob and carefully opened the door.

She lay just where he'd left her, tucked into his large bed and securely tucked beneath the blankets. However, she'd turned over onto her side so her good shoulder was in the air, curled up and shivering. He frowned a bit; was it just the lighting, or did she look exceedingly pale? Then he heard it, she started to cough.

It started with her eyelids crinkling, face scrunching up in discomfort. Her brow creased, nose wrinkled, and her dry, chapped lips parted. She sucked in a wheezy breath through her mouth, and her exhale came out rough. Her breathing heightened to a pitch, and before he knew it she was launching into a rough, body wracking fit of harsh, hacking, high pitched and wheezy coughs. He rushed to her side, and not having his equipment available to check her vitals, having removed it for their trip to the Hashi, carefully slid a hand under her back and pulled her into a sitting position. Her neck lolled uselessly as she continued to hack, and his other hand reached to cradle the fragile appendage. After all, the last thing he needed was for her to cough up something disgusting and, A) get it on his bedding, or B) swallow it back down, have it get caught in her lungs and give her pneumonia.

After her coughing spell ended, she went limp with a miserable whimper, her body lolling forward and landing awkwardly on his plastron. As he reached down to right her, his hand came in contact with her skin once more, and he noticed she was a considerable bit warmer. Being a reptile, no matter how humanoid, he was very sensitive to temperatures, and he could tell her bodily heat had risen several degrees since their last encounter just over a day ago. He hesitantly laid a hand across her forehead, the other cupping her cheek. Yes, her skin was definitely overheated, and he took note of the bright red blotches on her pale skin. She had a fever. She was sick.

She whimpered some more, making a whining sound in her throat, coughing weakly and leaning into his touch again. She nuzzled her cheek with his palm, and her sweaty, clammy skin still felt amazing to his senses. Caressing her head comfortingly as she began more of her pitiful, wheezing coughs from deep in her chest, he laid her back down, minding her head and injury, and then rushed to get some water.

"Idiot, idiot, idiot…!" he hissed, knocking his palm into his forehead repeatedly as he scrambled to pour some clean water into a chipped bowl and grab a wash rag. "I'm such a moron… stupid stupid stupid!"

How could he not have accounted for this?! Of course their immune systems would be weak and damaged from the poison! He and his family were plenty used to the moist air down here; but with her immune system down, and her body's tendency for the drier air of the above world, there was no wondering as to why she was sick! He should have gotten her a mask, or at the very least something to tie round her mouth and nose to filter the air so she could slowly became accustomed.

Reentering his bedroom, he found the blanket had been tossed away and onto the floor. She'd curled up into a tight ball in the middle of the bed, shivering and chattering. He set the bowl on the night table, kneeling beside her, carefully rolling her onto her back. Dipping the cloth carefully into the bowl, he wrung it out, and began dabbing her face, wiping her feverish cheeks with care. He almost froze in terror when her eyes slowly fluttered open.

He was even more alarmed when he found her irises and retina had turned completely white.

…

Danica moaned as she came to. Her throat felt constricted and gritty, as if it had been rubbed with sand paper, and she swore there was an anaconda coiled around her lungs. Everything felt hot and cold at the same time, and there was a dull, pulsing ache in her shoulder. She struggled to regain her bearings; what had happened? She remembered the Foot attack, the sound of gunshot…

Something cool touched her face. It caused her to shiver, sending out a pleasant ripple that caused pain in her shoulder. For a few moments she felt the cold cloth rubbing across her face with care, with impossible, gentle strokes that caressed her skin, comforting her immediately. She felt like she could fall right back asleep, but she was confused and curious.

She felt her eyes open… but nothing showed up. All she saw was white, a perfect blank of endless cloudy white. Closing her eyes and blinking forcefully, she tried to turn her head, but found her neck to be incredibly stiff and sore. How long had she been asleep anyway? She felt her eyelids close and lift once more, and felt panic beginning to well in her chest as she came to a dreadful realization- she couldn't see.

"I… my eyes…!" she gasped out in a hoarse voice, still feeling very disoriented and unable to form a complete sentence. "Why… can't see…!"

"W- woah, easy there," the voice was slightly high pitched, and perhaps a bit nasally. Who was this? She didn't recognize the voice. Did Reyna have another cold? "Its ok, miss. It's a side effect of the poison; it'll wear off, I promise."

She took in a wheezing breath, partially from shock and partially from her sore, strangled lungs. "P… Poison?"

"The Foot clam's bullets," the voice explained gently. "They change to poison when they enter the body."

"Hospital?"

"Uh, n- no ma'am." Suddenly he sounded nervous. "I- We, had to bring you to our home. We couldn't afford to let the authorities take care of it- the poison was working too fast. You needed an antidote right away."

She gave a shaky exhale, eyes flitting around blankly. It was very unnerving, seeing nothing no matter how far she opened her eyes or which way she looked. She didn't know whether to burst into tears of relief or fear. Did this count as being kidnapped? According to this guy, he saved her life…? And what about her family? "Sisters…?"

"They're fine, they've been treated and are resting… you should probably do the same.

She coughed and tried to put on a defiant face, but at the mention of sleep, suddenly her body felt weightless. She felt a blanket being draped over her, and a hand reached down, flicking some hair out of her face. She froze, tensing, the gesture somehow familiar. He went to pull away.

"W- Wait!" he stopped, and she would have blushed had her face not already been an unhealthy shade of red and pink from the fever. "Don't leave…" she moistened her lips. "Please." There was something about not being able to see and being left alone that bothered her. When she was a child, her mother always had to sit with her as she fell asleep, then remove her glasses so she didn't have to be sightless and by herself. She was practically blind without her glasses.

"Um… a- alright…" he watched as she scooted just a few inches toward him, and her cheek found his palm again. He laughed inside; if she could see, surely she would be screaming and cowering in the corner. Subconsciously, his abnormally large mutant thumb stroked her cheek, two fingers petting her hair.

She stiffened, sucking in a small gasp between her lips. He blanched; she must notice the abnormal proportions!, he fretted. Oh no. Oh no. Ooooooh, no. He waited for her to shriek in fear, to yell at him to get away. He waited for the worst insult he could think of; freak. Was he a freak? To humans, absolutely.

However she didn't scream. She didn't yell, didn't panic, and in fact… seemed to relax more. She gave a sigh, melting into the touch. A sleepy smile graced her face around a few feeble coughs. "Its you…" she murmured. Her good arm lifted weakly, and shakily laid her palm on his wrist. He shivered. "You… You saved me. It was you…"

A relieved, anxious, and disbelieving grin played at his lips. "Y- Yeah… that was me."

"I knew it. Thank you…" she breathed out the final words on her exhale as sleep began to overtake her. "Th- Thank you…"

"Wait…" her eyelids twitched. "I- well… what's your name?"

"I'm…" she yawned softly. "I'm Danica. Aaand…" her tone slurred, and she stopped leaning; her lips struggled to move. "And… you're my hero."

Aaaaand, scene! N'awww, cute little fluffy bit here! You can thank my sister who I loosely based Danica off of; I let her write some of this, then I edited it. Please make sure to review, even if it's just three words to let me know how you liked it? Pretty please?

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