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WARNING: There is blood in this. Please do not read if this bothers you.

TMNT

When I was little, I always assumed that somebody would always be there to lend a caring hand when a friendly mutant wanted help. Its funny really, how I could manage to be so hopeful in a world of hate. People didn't accept mutants, and it wouldn't have really mattered if they did. They wouldn't truly accept us; their heart wouldn't be in it.

And as I got older, I made myself stop believing in humans. We were fine on our own, we didn't need any fairytales. We had our simple tales of the princess finding the prince, we were perfectly content with those. Not to mention Master Sensi's collection of fighting montage movies. We had everything we needed, and all without the help of humans.

But I couldn't hide the insane thought that maybe one human would care enough to help us. I tried to tell myself that they were all the same, but my conscience just doesn't accept that. And it's not like I wouldn't help them, what is so scary about the color green? Maybe it's that I'm a turtle and I can talk. But everybody can talk, everyone can walk, I can do all those and more. But it just isn't the same.

I was made to live a different life, a life that involves loneliness endlessly. A life that I wasn't made to live. I want to go out into the world and do different things, not be stuck in the lair my entire life while fighting for my life. But I tire myself everyday wishing for a life that only a true human could live.

It wasn't always hard to believe that humans were monsters, I used to never care about that at all. But when I was introduced to the surface, I was always seeing families gathering or people walking in the park while holding hands. And watching that made me want to cry.

It looked wonderful, the feelings of love and happiness, and not the feelings of restriction and rage. That life looked wonderful. Why couldn't I have that?

I didn't even want to know the answer because I already knew. We would never be accepted, and that was final. Nothing we could ever do would change that. The humans would find some ways to shun us against society. And my brothers had already been through enough.

But that didn't really hit me until last year when Leo was hit by a blade and almost bled to death. I ran and tried to find help, completely forgetting that humans didn't like us. I found a male in his sixties and desperately asked for help, but he only laughed calling me a nut job. He then whacked me with his cane and ran off screaming.

It was awhile before I moved again, everything had felt numb. My limbs didn't work as I gasped for breath. Why didn't he help me? It was that fatal experience that had crushed my entire existence. Donnie had to come find me, and when he did, he freaked out and hauled me back to the lair. Let me tell you, it was not fun having to wear a breathing mask all night while hyperventilating. I don't why that entire experience had rattled me so bad, but it just did.

Not to mention the constant panic attacks after that. I definitely got Don worked up for weeks, he struggled to stop my anxiety from shooting up through the roof.

It seemed like forever when the panic attacks just stopped. Of course, they didn't go away immediately, but I was finally able to reflect on that experience and not freak out. But every single time I reflected on that experience, I always came to one conclusion, humans straight out hated us.

And for a good solid year, that's what I believed. I had finally accepted my older brothers rule about humans. During patrols, I stayed far away from any nasty human who would dare cross my path. For once, my brothers were proud of me. And that's just sad

I stopped believing in fairytales, stopped watching cartoons. It seemed that all my happiness was just sucked out of me within a few weeks. Leo tried to get me to tell him about my comics, Raph took me to the surface a few times, Donnie would just sit while I cried and comfort me. In a way, they were all trying to help me get back to my happy self.

But I had nothing to hope for anymore, in my heart, I thought that I could give humans a chance. But clearly, it was another reality that I wasn't made to face. And that only made my heart race more. Sure, I could fight while being feared by many, but that was the exact reason I wanted to quit being a ninja turtle. Not that I could change that.

For a while, I believed that I would hate humans my entire life, and that the one single human who would care enough to help us was real. So of course, when we went on patrol one night, I expected to be met with the same fate. After Leo's previous injury, we had all been extra careful, but for some reason, Raph had become to distracted to see the arrow heading straight for his bicep. It was to late to turn around before it hit its target straight on.

Raph let out a pained cry, which caused us all to turn our heads. And when I did, vomit came spilling out of my mouth. It had become to much, the blood, the arrow…it was exactly like last time. Except, I didn't have the strength to go find a human. My belief had been ingrained so long; I didn't know what to do. Find a human or leave Raph to bleed to death.

Donnie and Leo were to swarmed with foot soldiers to even attempt to aid Raph, and we certainly couldn't take him to the lair. Who knows if Raph would even make it back to the lair.

So, I did the only thing I could.

I remember turning around and yelling at Leo and Donnie that I was going to take Raph home. Truthfully I hadn't expected my brothers to signal back, so I grabbed Raph and dragged him down the fire escape. Which had been extremely difficult. By the time I had reached the bottom, I was exhausted from my injuries and Raph's weight.

The rest had become a blur. The next thing I remember was getting to the manhole cover and not being able to lift it. My arms were to weak. It was then that the tears came spilling down my face. Raph was bleeding out and I couldn't move a stupid man cover. What kind of ninja was I?

A tap on my shoulder had brought me out of shock. When I looked up, I saw a teenage girl with brown hair and freckles, her features looked worrisome.

"Are you ok sir?" she asked. For a second, I felt anger rise up inside of me. How dare a human girl talk to me! But it was also then that I looked over at my older brother. He was extremely pale as blood still freely poured from his wound.

A realization came to me, I wasn't alright. I was far from being fine.

"No, I'm not. My brother is currently bleeding out and I can't lift a stupid manhole cover!"

The girl frowned and looked over at Raph. She gasped.

"Sir, if I may ask, how long has he been bleeding for?"

I frowned, "I don't know but maybe around twenty minutes. Why do you ask?"

"I'm studying to become a nurse," she smiled, but it left as soon as it appeared, "I fear that your brother won't make it back home."

That was what I had been afraid of, Raph had lost to much blood, and I was left with a human girl who thought she could save him. I had wanted to give her a chance so bad, but my previous experience still spooked me.

"I know," I muttered as tears fell down my already pale cheeks.

"I know how to help, but I need to know what blood type I am," she reached into her purse, "I have an IV bag on me, we don't need a stand if you'll hold it. Luckily I have a blood kit that will determine my blood type as well."

I vaguely remember nodding my head and holding up the IV blood as she got out the blood kit. For a wild second, I forgot that we were in the middle of the sidewalk, in public. But I didn't care at the time, my brothers life was in jeopardy.

The teenage girl grabbed the needle and japed it into her finger, a droplet of blood came out and unto the small paper.

"What your brothers blood type?"

I grimaced just thinking about it, I didn't know that type of stuff. Donnie did. But he wasn't there, so I would just have to go off memory and hope that I was right.

"AB"

I hoped that I was right, and that the mysterious hero in disguise was the same. I for sure wasn't an AB type, I was an O. A rare blood type that didn't fit with any of my older brothers. If I was injured and needed blood, I would be screwed.

But that wasn't important at the time. I wasn't the one injured.

The girl smiled, "Thank goodness, that's my blood type as well. Oh, by the way, my name's April."

April..what a nice name for a hero. In all my years, I couldn't have imagined myself interacting with a human. But it felt nice.

April attached the IV to her veins as blood freely poured into the bag. That's all I remember from there. The only other thing I remember is Donnie and Leo coming only minutes later and slightly freaking out at the fact that a human girl was giving her blood to Raph. But in a weird way, it didn't bother me.

I knew that she meant well, and like that, I believed that not all humans were bad. It was funny that all it took was one girl to change my philosophy. The next few days, I couldn't remember what had happened. That was probably because of the concussion I had received only previously. But with luck, my memory started to come back.

And with that, came all the feelings. Not that it bothered me. I had moved past my hate for humans.

I had a new feeling of happiness, which was a relief for my brothers. And even till now, I don't hate humans for the way they are, I know that there is goodness in all of them.

Even the old man who whacked me with his cane.

TMNT

There it is! Again, I'm sorry for all the past tense to present tense switches, I don't usually write in first person. But thank you so much for reading :)! I hope that the medical stuff does add up. Please R&R! Love you guys!