Chapter twenty-one
...Meanwhile down in the lair...
Master Splinter mediated while he sat on the floor in the infirmary—waiting for any signs of April's current condition. His ear twitched slightly when hearing slightly soft murmuring moan, looked over his shoulder and softly called her name. "Miss O'Neil?"
No verbal response at first—not until she reached up, placed a hand upon her head then tried to push herself up, quickly whinced in agony. "Ouch!"
The old rat shot up and quickly paced to her side, reassuring the red haired woman not to move. "You must rest, Miss O' Neil. Don't try to get up."
"What happened?" April finally said, huskily. "You were injured, accidently." The old rat stated. "Injured? Like how?" April asked. "Raph accidently stabbed your chest when you tried to wake him." he answered. "Is he alright?" she immediately asked, not caring bout herself. "He is fine, it is you that I worried about." He quickly assured.
April looked to the ceiling and pouted slightly, felt wry for her friend. "Tell him that I was only trying to wake him." April asked. The old rat smiled, placed his hand upon hers and answered. "He understands, Miss O' Neil. Rest now." he assured, leaving the room. "Master Splinter." She called.
The old rat stopped, standing in the doorway of the infirmary and looked back. "Thankyou." She said. He smiled and nodded, continued walking out—allowing her to rest.
As Master Splinter stepped out of the infirmary—the sounds of tire screeching were heard as it they were burning the rubber while coming to a stop. The door hastily opened then a pair of feet landed on the floor. Voices followed, distorted ghastly ordering were heard.
"Hurry to the infirmary before she flatlines."
"Why don't we just let the thing just die." Raph stated. "Raph that would not be right if we just let him—die on us. What would that make of us?" Leo told him, helping with carrying the beast inside their lair.
While three of them carried the wolf in from the garage and towards the infirmary as their sensei stood and watched by. "My sons—what is going on?"
"No time to answer questions, master Splinter." Don answered, quickly bowed then followed his brothers to the infirmary. April tried to raise up and see what was going on but couldn't, since very weak from her own injury. "Quickly on the bed—Hurry. Don said and then immediately performed emergency life saving surgery.
Tearing off the clothing over the injury and chest then tried to save the wolf—performed CPR. After three tries, Don called then removed the gloves from his hand then suddenly a huge gasp of air was heard—he turned around, quickly checked for a pulse and what he witnesses had astonished him. The wolf slowly transformed back and continued breathing, steadily.
Inserting the hydrating drip, in case of de-hydration and placed two small circular chest, pulse counters while connected to a BP monitor. Putting on fresh gloves and slowly but very carefully stitched the wound closed and then bandaged the shoulder. April laid in the next bed also astonished to what she had seen, speechless as she didn't what to make of it when Don washed his hands and then quickly to attended her shoulder.
"How you feeling, April?" he concerningly asked. "I'm ok, you?" she answered. "Stunned and for once, unsure what to make of what I have just seen."
"I know you what mean, Donnie—this is strange. How did that thing just change from wolf to—to—April assured then cut off. "That wolf changed into a young girl, about 16 years of age to be precise." Don finished. "Are you sure?" April said.
"Yeh, pretty sure." He answered, unravelling the bandage and checked the wound. April whinced slightly. "Sorry." Don whispery apologised. "It's fine, as the baby is alright—I'll live." April replied, smiled. "We can checked if you like." Don offered. "Maybe later, beside you have your hands full with—her." April said, looking over his shoulder. "April? You alright?" Don concerningly said.
"Don look out!" April cried. "Whoa!" Ducking down then shot over to the bed and stuck a needle containing aseptic. Brenna lost consciousness and fell back on the bed. "She is one toughie." Don commented.
"She?" April confusedly stated. "Yeh, she." Don confirmed. April tried to push herself up with her other hand but nearly fell from the bed when Don shot to her side and immediately helped her. "Thanks Donnie."
"No problem." Don said. Placed her arm over his shoulder until she placed her feet down to the floor and stood on her own then walked slowly to the bedside of the unconscious guest. Taking a better look then she immediately recognised her face. "Donnie—this is the girl I help last night." April lowly exclaimed. "Are you sure?" Don assured, curiously wondered. "Yes, I'm sure—look here. I treated this shoulder, see. How could this be healed even though injured in the other?" April stated, confused. "I don't know but we're gonna find out when she wakes up. But knowing Leo and Master Splinter, they'd would feel better if she was chained."
"Chained? Do you think that is necessary?" April wondered, raising a wryly brow. "You seen what she can do—have to take drastic measures to protect ourselves for now." Don replied. "I suppose." April whispery answered. "What?" Don asked.
"It just seems to be—wrong to do that to her." April stated. "It is either that or option B, letting her try to kill us first then ask questions later." Don told her. "You're right. Help me to the living room so I can get out of here, and rest somewhere else then in here." April requested.
The purple clad terrapin, wrapped his arm around her waist and placed her arm over his shoulder while he guided the IV monitor beside him, then slowly walked out of the infirmary. As they walked out of the doorway—his brothers and sensei were discussing about the wolf that now has transformed back in human form.
Walking past the other terrapins and rat while they were busy discussing about whether to continue accompany their guest in the infirmary or put her out of misery, permanently. Looking in the corner of his eye when his ear twitched suddenly as he heard light footsteps. "My son—Miss O' Neil, you should be resting." Master Splinter assuringly said.
"I'm ok." April replied as Leo rushed to her side and gently scooped her in his arms, carrying to the couch in the living room along with his brother wheeling the IV. "Master Splinter is right—you should be resting." Leo told her, assuring.
"Well, now I'm here on the couch—I'll rest here as I feel little uncomfortable in the infirmary."April replied, quickly. "What was that crash in there, anyway and why isn't April in the infirmary?" Leo asked.
"Remember the wolf we brought in?"
"Yeh." All said together. "Well she woke up and attacked me—so I had to sedate her." Don replied. All gawked unamused and shocked then Mikey started, breaking the silence. "Wait a minute, that wolf is a she?"
"Yep—and she seems pretty peeved off." Don replied. "Well what are we gonna do then?" Raph asked, folding his arms. "She has to heal but we have to chain her to a wall in the back room, somewhere—to avoid harming us and herself." Don answered, explaining the only alternative option. "Just great—we have officially become a hotel for strays." Raph stated, muttering out loud.
"It does seem cruel to treat guest like this but if she is not easily reasoned with then we have no choice, do it then." Master Splinter agreed with the decided alternative. While the purple clad terrapin assembled two restraints with extending chains and waiting tranquilizing sedatives in case of unpredicted and unexpected situations—his brothers carried the wolf and wheeled the IV monitor in the back room that has now become a prison cell.
Gently placing the mattress on the floor near the wall and placed each wrist with the cuff, locking them then left the room—waiting until she awoke.
When they left the room, Brenna smelt the one she may have infected and pleasing grin tugged on the edge of her mouth but kept her eyes closed and waited til the right time to strike as it will full moon soon—again. And have to kill who is infected before they changed and rave havoc on innocent people despite they may not help it.
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...to be continued in chapter twenty-two...
Hmm—they have Brenna, chained up like a prisoner which is not like the heroic terrapins but then ask yourself—if in their position and predicament, what would you do?
Would you kill and ask questions later or do what the terrapins had done—for their safety and the safety of their guest. I know I would do what they had done if whoever I have in my household were a werewolf, at times drastic measures is always taken all the time so if have the chance of capturing a werewolf—chain and lock them up while they are in their human form.
Just kidding I'd rather put them out of their misery with a silver bullet. Enjoy and don't forget to read and review—uh oh the doors is opening, better get going before I have uninvited guests in my room, reading this fiction again. Bloody noise beak, mikey is.
"Who is the noisy beak?" Leo wondered.
Sheepishly grinned and closed the book with my bookmark. "I was just saying what a wonderful partner you are, darling." I said, covering my tracks, giving the blue clad terrapin a hug. "Mmhmm—here I brought you some chocolate hearts."
"Oh thankyou." Taking the chocolates and hugged him again—"Don't forget to review. See ya next time—tootles. ;)