: Short chapter because this scene has a lot of meaning and deserves its own spotlight :D Don't worry I won't have these kinds of chapters very often xD

: Chapter 3:

"Ughh..." Austria's eyes flickered to life. The pain in her thigh brought her back to reality and she faced the sorry truth that she had survived that Incident with her father. She shook her head to make sure this was all real, that what had happened to her had really happened to her. She slowly slid her hand down her thigh and when she lifted it back again, it was clean. No blood. She moved her head down to get a better look at the wound and to her amazement she saw a white bandage wrapped around the area where the lesion would have been. The gauze however was stained with blood in the center. It only took one year of Health class for her to know she was probably still bleeding from the inside and she needed medical help, fast. When she finally got a look at her surroundings her heart almost skipped a beat.

"Where the Hell am I?" she murmured. But she knew exactly where she was, an alley way, in the streets of NYC. That good for nothing pizza man must have left her for dead! Wait, he obviously didn't leave her for dead. Was he the one that wrapped her wound? She was in a sitting position leaning against a brick wall. Her body was stiff and she could barely move and when she tried, pain shot through her leg and forced her to sit back down.

She wrapped her hand around the wound and tried to remove the gauze

"Wait" A calm voice from above her spoke. She quickly looked up but was instantly blinded by the morning sun. Holy crap, how long has she been out!? Panic set through her body like a wildfire. She couldn't move, was in danger of an infection and now she was hearing voices!

"Let me help you" It spoke again and this time she located the source. A figure jumped down from the fire escape of the building she was leaning against and landed in a squatted position in front of her. He had on a long tan trench coat and a black fedora. He didn't look to fashionable but his outfit matched the weather which in this case, was extremely cold.

"Who are you?" Aussie tried to look into his eyes but he tilted his head down. "I patched you up. I didn't see what happened to you but I saw the pizza guy drop you here in the alley" his voice was soft and gentle, something Austria wasn't use to.

"You mean he just…let me out here to die?!" She said in a disturbed voice. The man slowly nodded his head.

"You said you put this bandage on me?" she asked. He nodded again. "How did you manage that without taking my shorts off?" The stranger suddenly became embarrassed and tilted his head lower.

"I didn't look I promise. I just wanted to help you" He calmly said. Austria smiled at him. He was a bit large to be considered a "normal" sized person and it was obvious that the coat he was wearing was a bit on the small side seeing how his biceps were apparent.

"You'll need further medical care. I didn't have all the supplies I needed to fix you up properly. I couldn't get the bullet out either" He proclaimed

"You tried to get the bullet out? And I didn't wake up?"

"No, you were out cold. I was shocked myself, you did lose a lot of blood and your still losing it so you better come with me" He stood up slowly

"I don't enjoy going places with strangers" she uttered. The man chuckled to himself.

"With all due respect miss, if you stay out here alone much longer you'll find out what a stranger really is. New York City isn't exactly my definition of "Good Hospitality"" He averred

"What do you mean?" He helped her up off the ground and used his body weight to keep her standing. She winced softly trying to hide the discomfort commencing from her thigh. She threw her arm around his neck and allowed him to assist her.

"Well, the big apple has a wide variety of street thugs to choose from" He teased "Probably every person here has a criminal record"

"Like you?" Austria questioned. He chuckled and shook his head "No not me. Sorry to disappoint you" "Well then that's not everyone is it?" She smiled at him and finally got a good look at his face. It looked like he had a dark complexion but the shade from his hat made it too hard to tell. The one thing she could see was his eyes. There was nothing but a white pigment under what appeared to be some kind of mask.

"What's your name friend?" She asked. He paused for a moment then returned gentle smile.

"Donatello"