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I checked over for mistakes, and I'm pretty sure I got them all. Or at least I hope I did...
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Michelangelo held the limp women in his arms with a shocked expression,
"D-Dude. She fainted."
"Thanks for stating the obvious Mikey."
Donatello opened her eyes checking her pupils. They were bloodshot, and she had a droopy, blank expression. Something was off about her.
"She needs to rest somewhere safe, and need's medication. We're gonna have to take her back to the lair."
Michelangelo looked up at Donatello finding this idea unsettling. Master Splinter wouldn't be very fond of new guests just dropping in, but Mikey was the one who wanted to help her out in the first place..
He stood up cradling the limp frail women close to his plastron. She was fairly thin, with curly brown hair. It reached close to her mid back, and was untamed and messy. Her apparel was very 'grunge', with a beige sun-dress, and a worn out denim jacket. A ripped up sac hung over her shoulder, and she wore dirty leather boots which looked as if they'd seen better days.
Michelangelo pulled her close, walking towards the direction of the lair. Donatello following close after wryly looking around at the shadows. Even to the turtles the sewers in the dark were as foreign as the city in daylight. Especially under uncommon circumstances. Once they reached the lair, they both trudged slowly inside hoping they didn't have to meet what they had assumed to be the hollering madness of their father who would scold them and tell them, "How dare you bring in an outsider! You've already done this once, you can't go around doing it again!"
But luckily enough for them, no one was in sight. Michelangelo rushed over to Donatello's lab and set the girl softly onto a spare bed Donatello had kept if one of the brothers ever got sick and needed special treatment. After this Donatello swiftly got to work, giving her some medication to relax, and an IV drip. He couldn't find anything seriously wrong with her, but she was obviously very shaken up, over what, they didn't know.
"Aye, Don. I heard you came back and I was wonderin' if ya could fix ma- Who the fuck is this?"
Donatello was covering the girl in blankets attempting to make her more comfortable. He shot his head over to the lab entrance to see a very pissed off looking turtle.
"R-Raph, look we found this girl in trouble. She was freaking out, and we had to do something." Michelangelo stood up in front of Raphael who raised his brow.
"Ya know Splinter strictly forbids any more foreigners in da lair! It's already enough with Casey and Apr-"
Mikey cut him off, "Yeah, yeah I know. Look I'll explain to Splinter in the morning, but for now... She's staying here."
"When do you go around givin' orders Mikey?"
"Raph hear me out! I mean she even saw what I looked like and didn't even freak out. I really don't know what happened, but she looks like she needs help. She was lying in the middle of the sewer screamin' her lungs out for pete's sake, I couldn't leave her like that-"
"We couldn't leave her like that..."
Donnie looked over to Mikey with a soft smile. He wasn't going to let him get all the blame over this, but Raphael didn't look like he was ready to protest either.
"I recommend ya to go and tell Master Splinter now about this. Even is he's asleep, he ain't gonna like not knowing about this more than he already has to."
"Thanks Raph." Mikey smiled widely, and Raph scoffed.
"It was pretty brave of ya two to help this girl, so I ain't gonna get on ya shell's for it. But, call Leo and I in advance before bringin' in anymore new guests, O.K?" Mikey nodded and walked out of the lab hearing faint chatter from his two other brothers in the lab.
I wonder what Raph needed to have fixed anyway? He's always going around breaking his new stuff. Typical Raphael.
Mikey had made his way over to Splinter's quarters, and knocked softly on the rice paper door. A little shuffle was heard inside, and the door slowly slid open. His father was dressed in his pajamas with a groggy look in his eyes.
"I'm sorry to have waken you Sensei, but I need to tell you something important."
"I was just about to go to bed, you did not wake me. Does something trouble you Michelangelo? What is the matter?"
With a heavy sigh, he went on to tell him what had occurred over the past 45 minutes. Trailing deeper into his story Master Splinter held a disconcerting stare making Mikey a bit uncomfortable.
"I'm sorry Sensei. I disobeyed your rules, but I just couldn't leave her like that. I couldn't dare leave her, especially after the way she reacted to even seeing me. There was no fear in her eyes. No fear whatsoever. Before she passed out... She had. She had, thanked me."
Master Splinter softly placed his paw onto Mikey's shoulder with a deep sigh.
"My son, what you did was not wrong. It was compassionate, and a brave decision bringing her here. I trust that nothing of harm will come out of this, but you must watch over her. Make sure she is safe."
Master Splinter smiled weakly, showing how age had consumed his once lively face.
"I will see you in the morning Michelangelo. We can do much more good for her until she awakens, but until then try to get a little rest."
The small paper door slid closed.
That totally went better than I'd expected.
Victoriously, Mikey walsted over to the kitchen grabbing a soda from the fridge. A long night was still ahead of him, and he wasn't going to let his eyes of their new guest until she woke up and he could ask her all the questions lingering in his head. In a strange way, this new situation of meeting a new person intrigued Michelangelo. It wasn't like every day him and his brothers would meet new people. Being a giant turtle didn't make life all that simple, but then again it was the only life he knew.
He placed the soda on the kitchen counter and jogged up into his room grabbing his gameboy, and a few games. He was ready to watch over her, but he didn't want to bore himself to death. He jogged back down the stairs, grabbed the soda, and headed over to the lab. Raph had disappeared and Donnie was sitting hunched over at his computer desk.
"Her vitals are okay, and she'll be fine once she wakes in the morning. I can stay in here and watch over her."
"Naw don't worry about it Donnie. Go to bed, I can watch her. I'm not that tired, but you sure look like you need a few hours of sleep."
Donnie laughed softly, "Alright then. Wake me up if she wakes up, OK?"
"Don't worry, I will."
The lab door shut softly as Donnie left the room, and Mikey sat down on a small futon across from the bed. Cracking open the soda can, he turned on his game boy and crossed his legs comfortably sitting at the end of the little couch.
Hours had slowly passed by, and Michelangelo would occasionally grit his teeth or softly yell under his breath if he'd die in his little game he was playing. Soon after he'd started getting impatiently bored. Almost ready to shake the girl awake and ask her all the questions that were lingering in his head. What had happened to her? Why was she in the sewers? Why wasn't she afraid of me? Why did she thank me? He knew nothing and this itched at his mind making him unable to concentrate on his games. Eventually, he'd find himself just curiously starting at her as she lay motionless in the bed. A few times she would move her head to the side, or twitch her fingers. He wasn't even this curious when Raph had brought April to the lair for the first time. Remembering April's reaction to the turtles made him laugh softly. That was almost 7 years ago.
Wow, I was only 16 then. I can't believe I'm 23. Fuck, I'm getting old.
Mikey sighed heavily, and yawned stretching off of the now uncomfortable futon. Hunger had quickly began to consume his lingering thoughts, and he walked out of the lab into the kitchen grabbing a bag of chips and another soda. Looking up at the clock, it was almost 6:30 in the morning. His brothers should be up in an hour or two. Hopefully morning training could help release his pent-up energy and boredom.
The door to the lab had creaked softly, and Mikey shot his head over to the door. She stood in the doorway looking dazed and confused about her surroundings, face contorted in disbelief.
"Where am I?"
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