A/N: Hello, everyone! This story will be coming to a close shortly. I have been thinking about writing a sequel but I haven't made up my mind. Thank you all for the awesome reviews, follows and favorites. What more could a person ask for.

When Sarah awoke, instead of being day, like she had thought it was going to be, it was dark in her room. She laid there with her eyes closed for a while longer before a voice interrupted her snooze.

"Sarah? Are you awake?" It was Michelangelo. She looked up abruptly, causing a dizzy spell to sit in, to find her angel sitting on the bench below the window. It was good to see him. She smiled brightly and thanked him for saving her life and the picture frames. He smiled at her, just glad she was okay. Suddenly, his face fell.

"Sarah, you were right. That Foot soldier wasn't her father," he began.

"I know," Sarah replied. She seemed so sure of herself. Mikey couldn't comprehend how she could be so sure that he hadn't fathered her, but he let it go and continued with his news.

"Well, I asked my bro Donnie to make sure for me because he's sciencey and real smart and stuff, and he said that he wasn't your real parent… but neither was your mom and dad," Mikey said. There, like a band-aid. Sarah squinted her eyes at him as if he was insane.

"I know that," Sarah said to her turtle friend. Mikey looked up with confusion and disbelief written all over his face. She knew?

"You knew you were adopted?"

"Yeah. How else do you think I could be so sure that Trent, the Foot soldier, was lying? He told me all about how my mom cheated on my dad, but I guess he didn't know that my mom wasn't my real mom so…" Sarah's voice trailed off. Mikey breathed a sigh of relief. He didn't know how Sarah would have taken being adopted, but he never expected that, but he was thrilled at the outcome.

"How long have you known?" Mikey asked her.

"Long as I could remember. My mom never hid it from me, but she always like to say that I looked like my dad because he had blonde hair and green eyes too and how much I acted like him. I guess she needed something small to remember him by," the ten-year-old spoke wisely but proudly. "I guess I would have believed Trent if he hadn't have tried to convince me that my mom would have possibly cheated on my dad. The girl who is my real mom was sixteen when she had me, and she didn't know who my real father was. If he knew that I was adopted and done his homework a little better, he could have claimed that he knew the sixteen year old," Sarah voiced, not really talking to Mikey but still very aware he was still occupying the room with her.

With the atmosphere no longer supporting a cloud of anticipation and dread, Mikey and Sarah laughed and talked for a good hour, keeping their voices low as to not attract any attention from the hall outside Sarah's room. Mikey even told Sarah of how they rescued her and how worried he was she was going to die. However, that small sentence conjured up a question that had gnawed at Mikey's brain ever since he had known Sarah was sick.

"Are you gonna be okay? I mean, you're not going t' die, are you?" Mikey asked her. Sarah thought about it, furrowing her eyebrows in confusion. Honestly, she didn't know the answer to that question. Linda said she'd be fine, but that could have been a lie as to not frighten the poor child.

"My nurse said I'll be fine. I feel better… a lot better," she answered truthfully. Mikey smiled at that, visibly relieved as if the world's troubles have been lifted off of his shoulders. Suddenly, there was a soft knock on Sarah's door. Sarah looked at the wooden barrier then back at her angel to tell him to hide, but impressively, he was already ahead of her. Without a sound or evidence he'd been there in the first place, he had vanished just as the door opened to reveal Linda, smiling brightly at her from the doorway.

"Good news. You are healing well. You'll be out of here in no time at all. Do you think you can keep something in your stomach?" Linda asked her. Sarah thought about it, then nodded. Linda grabbed a tray of food behind her and placed it on the rolling bed tray, that Sarah didn't noticed being in her room till then, then help Sarah sit up by raising her bed up slightly so she could eat.

Sarah ate the food on her plate slowly, unsure of how her stomach would react. Linda talked to her as she ate, asking her questions and speaking of her own life with her husband.

"Linda? Where am I going to go after I get out of here?" Sarah asked, afraid that Linda would send her off to a horrible orphanage. Sarah had already decided that if she did send her to one of those wretched places, she would run away again if they were mean to her like the children that inhabited the other one. She had lived on the street before. She could do it again.

"I don't know. I know you ran away from the orphanage you were sent to, but maybe you'll be sent to a foster home this time. That might be better, right?" Linda replied. The way Linda spoke to her reminded her of how her mom use to speak to her when Sarah refused to do something and her mom tried to help her come to an agreement. It was like convincing a child that chores were fun when the kid knew they weren't. However, her mom may have patronized her like that, but she backed it up. If her mom told her that cleaning her room could be fun, she would pull a Mary Poppins and made it fun. Sarah and her mom would always sing Spoonful of Sugar as they worked. Everything was a game when it came to working with her mom.

However, the difference between that and this woman telling her that a foster family could be better is that she could not actually be sure it would be better than the orphanage, and that's if they send her to a foster family. Sarah knew that Linda was trying to make her feel better without lying to her but it wasn't working. It was a nice try, though, and Sarah appreciated the effort.

When Sarah was through with her meal, the nurse took it away and allowed Sarah to lie down again. They talked a while longer, Linda stroking her hair as she held her hand. For a moment while closing her eyes, Sarah mistook Linda for her mom and smiled, leaning into Linda's touch, but when she reopened her heavy eyelids, Linda was there, smiling down at her. Maybe Linda wasn't so different from her mom after all, Sarah had decided.

"Are you going to be my nurse all the time?"

"Just at night. I won't be here during the day. But, if you are still in the hospital next week around this time, I won't be here," Linda replied to the small girl.

"Why not?"

"My husband's job is relocating him, so we are moving to Tennessee by Monday of next week," Linda said. Sarah felt a pang of sadness hit her. She didn't know why but she was going to miss Linda, a person she'd just met, when she left for Tennessee.

Linda began humming a lullaby when Sarah's eyes began drooping. She began fighting the drowsiness until Linda informed her that she needed to let her body rest since the medication and illness was making her sleeping. Sarah surrendered then, listening to Linda hum Rock-a-bye Baby while the gentle caressing touch of her soft hand finished the job of soothing her to sleep. But before Sarah let her mind be washed away into unconsciousness, she looked up at Linda's smiling face and grinned back.

"My mom couldn't have kids either. It's too bad because you'd be a great mom," Sarah said before she let the darkness wash over her.

Sarah woke up with the blinding sun coming in through the large window. She wondered what woke her until the door opened to reveal Linda's smiling face. She wasn't in her nurse's uniform and it was day so Sarah figured it was a personal visit. It made Sarah feel special. A man came in behind her and he smiled a friendly smile in Sarah's direction. The smile in Sarah's opinion was contagious and she found herself ginning back.

"Sarah, this is my husband, Jacob. Jacob, this is Sarah," Linda introduced. Sarah studied the man in front of her. He had red hair and brown eyes. He was average but a little on the tall side, more so since he stood next to his wife, who was not over five-three at least.

"Hi, Sarah. My wife tells me you are the sweetest girl she's ever met," Jacob flattered. Sarah smiled at Linda. She wasn't sure, however, if he told her that to make Linda look good or just to flatter her. Perhaps, he meant it as well, but Sarah, either way, couldn't be sure. She just knew it made her feel complimented so she grinned at him then at Linda.

They stayed and chatted for a long while, they even stayed through Sarah's examination with the doctor. He lowered her dose of medication and informed her she should be fine by Wednesday, in three days, and should be well enough to be released. Sarah didn't know how she felt about that. She felt warm and safe here in the hospital, even though a hospital is where her mother died. She actually received food and water; she had a soft, warm bed under her. She didn't want to go to an orphanage or a foster home, so she would be homeless again, so it would be back to starvation, dehydration and insomnia while lying on a concrete bed. Sarah didn't want to leave the hospital, but she didn't want to remain sick either so she could stay. She didn't really know what she wanted.

Through that period of three days, she visited with Linda and her husband during the day and with Mikey, and occasionally Linda as she made her rounds, at night. She had grown to like Linda and her husband. Jacob teased her a bit but Sarah came to believe it was just his way when he liked someone, so it made Sarah laugh whenever he said something about her hair being frizzy or how she smelled.

Her angel was a mere child himself, Sarah realized. She felt closer to the turtle when she came to that conclusion, he was friend-worthy, only five years older than she was. He would say things that only he got but it was adorable and immature, and it was funny to Sarah since she was adorable and immature as well. For once in Sarah's life, she felt content and safe.

"Sarah, we have a question to ask you," Jacob said Wednesday morning when he and his wife stopped by to visit.

"What is it?" she asked curiously.

"Dear, we want you to think about moving in with us," Linda blurted. The shock radiated from Sarah. She couldn't believe what they were suggesting. What about Angel? She couldn't leave him. He came into her life for a reason. He's her hero.

"Now, we don't want an answer right away. Think about it and when I come to work tonight, you can tell me then. I already talked to the doctor, and he agreed to letting you stay until my return if you are well enough to leave. Don't feel obligated to say yes just because you don't want to hurt our feelings, okay? Just think about it and follow your heart," Linda finished, leaving with her husband so Sarah could think about what they had just offered her, and that's all she thought about until Mikey climbed into her window. When Mikey stepped in, he could instantly feel the tension in the room and asked Sarah what was wrong. She told him everything. How they asked her to live with them but how they were moving to Tennessee and away from her angel. Mikey couldn't believe what he was hearing. She was offered a place to stay, a family, and she was thinking of turning it down for him. He was touched but not stupid. He was sad at what he was about to say, but looking at the little girl in front of him, told him what he should do. How sickly and thin she looked. She didn't look malnourished but didn't look healthy either. If she moved in with this nurse and her husband, who seemed like nice people, she could look healthy, go to school, get off the street, have friends, be normal. More than she would get if she moved in with them, to which Splinter already said no to.

"I think you should go," Mikey said finally.

"What?"

"I think you should live with them. You can't be homeless for the rest of your life. Donnie said it was living on the street that probably made you sick in the first place. If I hadn't met you, you probably wouldn't be alive to get offered a family," Mikey explained. "Besides, I can give you my number and you can call me anytime. Maybe I can convince Donnie in giving you a T-phone."

"T-phone?" Mikey pulled his T-phone out of his belt and handed it to Sarah. Donnie made it. I told you he's sciencey. Maybe I could convince him into giving you one," Mikey said. Sarah smiled and handed the turtle his shell-shaped phone back.

"Maybe. I'd love one. And I'd take really good care of it too," she promised.

"I know you will. Well, I better go. You probably have a lot of things to think about. Besides, Linda will probably be showing up soon. If I can get the T-phone from Donnie, I'll be back later to give it too you." Sarah nodded at Mikey, smiling. She felt so much better. She always did when she spoke to the orange terrapin. It was just something about him.

When he left, Sarah thought about her ordeal. Thinking of pros and cons until she came up with her answer. Her mother always said people come into your life for a reason. Sarah believe that wholeheartedly. Sarah knew Mikey saved her in more ways than one; he looked out for her, cared for her. That's how he earned the title of an angel. He was her hero. Sarah knew he came into her life for something, but she never dreamed that Michelangelo would cause her to have a family and a home at long last. Sarah now knew what Mikey was sent to her to do, besides be her caretaker, savior and friend, and she was going to miss him.

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