(A/N: I'd like to thank Lilninjawolf for betaing for me again! I'd also like to thank everyone who reviewed. Much appreciated! =D)

Disclaimer: I do not own the turtles or make any money from writing stories about them. I am just a fangirl who enjoy peering into their world and poking them with a sharp stick.

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Raphael floated in and out of consciousness for a while. Every time he came to, he could hear the murmur of voices around him. But before he could even begin to try and understand them, he fell back into the darkness.

Images of the turtles floated in and out of his mind, leaving only a dull headache in their wake. The look in the orange one's eyes as Raphael first looked at him, the fierceness that the blue one used to fight Karai, and the concern the purple one showed... What did this all mean? Raphael had no idea.

Slowly he became aware of things around him. An oxygen mask on his face once more, but that did not promise him safety. The turtles had given him that too after all. A comfortable bed beneath him, just like last time. He wasn't restrained or anything like that. It was all the same, except his pain was dull to none existent. Only his head and his lungs still ached.

The bed dipped a little as someone sat down next to him. Slowly, Raphael opened his eyes. Karai? He couldn't help but smile as he saw her. He was safe.

Karai gave him a small smile, but looked a little forced. What was wrong? "You gave us quite a scare, Raphael..." She said quietly as she gently stroked his brow.

"Indeed." Came a voice from the other side of the room.

Raphael looked up to see Moshin walking into the room. The room... was not the one he remembered. It was brown, not white. Japanese painting hung on the walls, a bonsai tree in the corner. Where was he? Everything just looked so... wrong. It was a clean, simple room with very little in it. "W-Wh... ere...?" His slurring voice asked, muffled by the mask.

Despite the fact the small question came out slowly and broken, it was understood. Raphael could see that, but yet they hesitated to answer his question. Karai took a moment as if thinking about the answer she was about to give him, a deep frown across her forehead. "Raphael, this is your room." She eventually replied.

"Mine...?" Raphael frowned at this.

Could this really be his room? Maybe... The Japanese stuff seemed a little familiar. The more Raphael tried to connect the dots, the more it just seemed to slip away. Nothing was clicking. The room just looked... so boring. Surely he wasn't that boring a person, right? Being green meant he wasn't boring when someone looked at him at least.

Moshin walked over to him, picking up a chart on the nearby side table. "Try not to stress too much about your memory." He said as he took a pen from his pocket. "It will come back in time. Stressing will not make it come back faster."

Moshin started to scribble something down on the chart. Raph just frowned at him. Don't stress? He had no idea who he was, he'd been kidnapped, and he was coughing up god damn blood!! He had every right to stress. "Why... Why can't I... remember?" He asked, looking at Karai.

Karai looked up at Moshin as if he knew the answer better than she did. "You had a rather nasty hit to the head." He replied as he placed the chart back down. "Unfortunately this led to a small bleeding in the brain which we didn't catch until it had been there long enough to cause damage. So far we see the only damage is memory loss..."

Raph just started up at Moshin. His brain had bled...? Did they fix it?! "What... happ... ened?"

It took a lot of effort, but his speech was slowly getting better. Less stuttering, but still slurring. One step at a time though. If it wasn't for his breathing being so bad, he would probably be doing better.

Karai continued to stroke his brow gently, starting to move down to his cheek now. She gave him a small smile before it faded slightly. She looked a little sad now... "You followed me and my team to a fight you weren't meant to have any part in." She sighed a little. "You were never the fighting type, but lately you've been trying to prove yourself for god knows what reason. We were trying to stop a street gang from carrying out an attack, but then you came. You weren't there long, but as their leader fought you, they hit you in the head. Unfortunately, I was unable to reach you in time..."

Moshin took this moment to chime into the conversation, taking his attention away from Karai. "You had not actually told anyone you had not been feeling well before this fight." He didn't look too pleased with this at all. "So unfortunately, when you were brought to me, we discovered you were worse off than just a hit in the head. There I discovered you had pneumonia. Perhaps if you had not been ill, you would have fared better. Or at least well enough not to get such a hit in the head."

Raphael frowned up at Moshin. Well it explained a few things... just a few. He thought about what he had been told. The street gang thing seemed familiar, but the rest of that didn't fit. When he had beat the turtle, hurt him.. It felt natural. But yet apparently he didn't like to fight. Maybe it was just because he had panicked and been a little, tiny bit scared. That was probably it...

But there was one thing that was really bothering Raphael right now. His kidnapping was bothering him, the fact he was green was bothering him, the fact he had no memory was bothering him. But right now there was one that topped all that. The old woman in the street. Her expression still fresh in his mind. Her eyes were full of things that made him sick. Fear, shock, and pleading. It hurt him and yet it wouldn't leave him. Why would Karai care about him and another person look like he was about to maul her? "You..." He said to Karai. "You said you... were my friend... why?"

Karai did not seem to have expected this question. Nor did it actually look like she wanted to answer. Her hand stopped in mid stroke, a frown appearing across her forehead. Her hand cupped his cheek, but he could feel how tense the hand was, how tense she was. Her green eyes had an edge to them now. No longer the kind, caring ones he had seen before. This confused Raph and made him feel very uncertain. In the end she withdrew her hand. "Our relationship is a little closer than that." Karai said finally as she got up from the bed, a very slight bitterness entering her voice.

After that she did not look at him, instead she looked like she was going to leave him now. Was what he said wrong? He could actually see how tense she was now, her hands clenched as if ready to hit something. Raphael could only watch as she took several deep breathes as if preparing herself for the answer she was about to give.

Karai did indeed leave him, but not before giving her answer. Her voice had turned even more bitter and held some resentment. But Raphael didn't even notice that as the words passed over her lips. One that left him shocked, unable to believe it. Had he heard right? Could it really be?

He was... her little brother?!