The fight was long and painful. The turtles were outnumbered. Shredder had disappeared, confident his soldiers could kill the turtles.
None of that mattered. None of it.
What mattered now was only the fact that Master Splinter was gone, and that they had to get away. Otherwise, his death was in vain.
The fight was a blur. Every minute, every hour stretched into what felt like hopeless eternity. Every sword that bit at flesh, every throwing star that didn't quite miss its mark, slowed them down. They needed an out. They needed help. But they had nothing.
Meanwhile, still waiting in the lair, May paced back and forth. They should have been back by now. Something had gone wrong. She had to go help!
But Raphael had said to remain in the lair.
So how far did her loyalty stretch? Did she obey Raphael and stay safe in the lair, while her best (and only) friend was possibly in danger?
Or did she disobey, go and find him, hurting the trust he had given her, but save them?
May bit her lip. "Since when..." She muttered. "Do I put my safety before a fight?"
That was settled, then. She was going. Raphael could forgive her. Even if he didn't, at least she'd have tried.
She couldn't go on foot. May looked around for an idea, before spotting the garbage truck. An idea crept to her mind. Donnie would kill her if she crashed it, or drove it wrong and wrecked something.
Whatever.
May ran to the truck, before realizing she didn't have keys. Sighing, May crawled down to hotwire the truck. She hated hotwiring, but she didn't have time to scramble around looking for keys that were probably with Donnie, anyway.
The truck fired to life. May started driving it towards the secret garage door, flicking the switches that she knew would open it, from watching Donnie. The truck swerved onto the street. May bit her lip. Now what? How was she supposed to-
Ring
Her phone?
Don't text and drive. Don't phone and drive. Don't drive with distractions.
"Hello?"
"M-May-" Raphael!
"Raphael... Where are you?" She demanded.
"Don't... Don't w-worry about me. Listen... I n-need to tell you something..."
"Yeah, your location." May snapped. She was not taking this bullshit, not now.
"May, I..." Raphael suddenly started coughing. "I'm s-serious..."
"So am I."
"Look, I- wait... is- is that an engine...?" Raphael sighed. "Al- alright, you win..." Raphael gave May the address.
"That's not far... I'll be there right away." May hung up, turning a corner.
A blaring light suddenly appeared around the corner. Raphael's brothers were surrounding him, fighting Foot ninja. Raph had been struck in the side with a katana, and was bleeding heavily. Blood seeped out the corner of his mouth. His consciousness was slowly slipping away.
"May..." Donnie heard him mumble.
A manhole cover suddenly appeared from the light, hitting three soldiers consecutively in the head.
"May!" Donnie gasped. Relieved, and a little mad that she had taken his truck, Donnie motioned to his brothers.
Slowly, half-dragging Raph and ducking below the manhole covers shooting out the grill, the turtles retreated to the truck, where, sure enough, May waited, hitting repeatedly the first button she had touched.
Donnie lightly pushed her, and May got out of the driver seat, letting the turtle drive, turning to her friend.
"Raphael!" She gasped, grabbing his hand. Leo was pressing a rag to his brother's side, and Mikey had assumed the front passenger seat.
Leo watched May warily. She looked worried, yes, but she was deceiving. He knew it. There would be a point, a point where she would strike, and Raphael would be left defenceless. Leo would never trust her. They couldn't afford it.
May could feel Leo glaring at her, but didn't care. She cared about Raphael. This wasn't the first time since they had met that he had been injured like this.
May didn't even care that she was showing weakness anymore. She couldn't care less about Leo's distrust. What mattered was Raphael.
Please... Please be okay...