(Y/N) POV

"Gaaaaahhhhhh!" I bolted upright, the pain in my stomach unbearable.

"Hey hey! Slow down!" A pair of rough hands lightly laid me back down on the ocean of blankets I was placed on.

Breathing heavily, I force my eyes open and find a turtle in a purple bandana standing not ten inches away from my face, withdrawing a needle from my left arm, and placing another in my right. I winced as the needle broke my skin, and pushed further and further into my arm.

Trying to relax a bit, I took a deep breath and laid my head back against my pillow.

"How long have I been out?" I coughed out, trying my best to keep still. The turtle looked up at me worryingly,

"Two weeks" I felt my stomach jump. Feeling whatever was left in my stomach make its way up to my throat, I grabbed the nearest bucket (which was placed luckily just in arms reach) and placed my head about two inches into the bucket, retching madly.

"It's ok..." the turtle ran up to me and patted my back, not helping matters any. With a matter of seconds my stomach was cleared, my throat was dry, and I was ready to pass out again.

Placing the bucket back on the ground, I whipped my mouth and shakily sat up.

"Nonono! Please lay down! You can't-" I looked at him, pleading with my eyes.

" I've been on this bed for two weeks, I need to move." He silently argued with himself, trying to find any possible outcome that was lethal, but finally realized he wasn't going to convince me otherwise.

"Oh alright." He sighed, helping me up. "Lean on this" He pushed an IV pole towards me.

Placing my hand on the pole, the cold metal surprising me. Then slowly, but surely, I swung my legs over the side of the bed and placed them on the ground. The second I took the rest of my body off the bed, it was like gravity had doubled. My legs started shaking, knees close to brushing against the ground, it was a nightmare I never want to face again.

"Here, let me help," the turtle rushed up to me and grabbed my elbow, lifting me back up, feeling as if he took 50 pounds off my shaking legs.

Then, hanging onto the mutant and the IV pole for dear life, we made our way downstairs. A very slow, and painful process.

"Yo, Donnie, where did you disappear off to?" The one in red shouted from the couch in the living room as we neared the last step. The one called 'Donnie' cleared his throat loudly, forcing the turtle on the couch to turn and see what his brother was meaning.

"...oh" the turtle in red scrambled off the couch and ran over to Donnie and I.

"Here" he mumbled, offering me his elbow, assisting me and my purple bandana friend on our torturous journey to the couch.

"Guys I'm not completely useless..." I yanked my arms out of their grasps, hoping to make a point. Of course, because of my amazing luck, I ended up sprawled out across the floor in blinding pain.

"Woah! Easy! You have been out for two weeks! Your legs aren't strong enough to support more than 20 pounds!" Donnie yells, grabbing my left shoulder and elbow, then hoisting me back onto my feet, his brother following his lead.

Letting my head hang low in shame and defeat, I let them pretty much drag me to the couch and gently set me down onto the rough, shit-brown cushions.

"Thanks." I mumbled, keeping my gaze on the floor, my hand cradling my stomach in hopes of relieving the pain.

"No... problem? The turtles gave each other weird looks, then joined me on the couch where we sat for the next ten minutes in utter silence. It was kinda nice to be alone in my thoughts, I almost enjoyed the quiet, up until the turtle with an orange bandana barged into the small house, slamming the door behind him.

"GGGGUUUUYYYYYSSSS!!!!!!" He screamed causing me to flinch.

"Mickey! Will you shut up? We don't need the kraang tracking us all the way out here cause of your big mouth" The one in red snapped, but Mikey only rolled his eyes.

"Raph, that's not possible, they are so far away..."

"He was being sarcastic" Donnie rubbed his temples dramatically.

"Oh, well anyways, you will never guess what I did!" Mickey squealed in excitement.

"What did you do?!" Donnie groaned, making me scoot closer towards the far end of the couch, sensing the sibling tension that was growing.

"I went into Donnie lab and created a formula to make Leo better!"

The atmosphere in the room turned a hundred times thicker.

"You....... WHAT???" Donnie and Raph yelled in unison as Mickey revealed the greenish, orange goo he was hidding behind his back.

"What have I said about going into my lab?!?!" Donnie screamed, throwing his hands in the air, already pacing around the room.

"I thought I was helping..." Mickey whispered, lowering his head. Donnie stopped walking and relaxed his shoulders, knowing he couldn't be mad, even if he wanted to.

"It's ok, Mickey, here, let's watch that show you are obsessed with, huh?" Donnie sighed, placing am arm around Mickey's shoulder, shuffling towards the couch.

I smiled at the brotherly moment, reminding me of my own brother. Oh how I miss him...

"Hey wait, we don't even know your name...." Mickey turned to me from his spot directly in front of the tv and raised his eyebrow suspicipusly. I made a mental conclusion that Mickey must be the youngest because of his short attention span and energy none of his other brothers seem to have.

"oh, I'm sorry, my name is (y/n), (y/n) (l/n)." Mickey smiled.

"Cool name! I am Michelangelo, or Mickey, the awesome one! That guy over there," he pointed to where Raph was sitting. "He is Raphael, or Raph for short. The hot-headed one!"

Raph growled and faked a punch in Mickey' s direction, making him flinch. Raph laughed and laid back against the couch cushions next to me.

"Like I said, hot-headed. And that guy over there," he pointed at Donnie who was sitting at the kitchen table in the next room over, indulged in a rusty old microscope . "His name is Donatelo, or Donnie for short!" Mickey smiled pleased with himself, but i, on the other hand, was not quite satisfied yet.

"What about Leo?"

Everyone stops moving, I even see Raph tense up next to me. Mickey' s smile loosens, and Donnie looks up from his microscope.

"Guys she needs to know, we are gonna have to tell her at some point." The others nodded solemnly. My brain confused with the lack of knowledge.

"Leonardo is our oldest brother. The leader of our group. He-"

"Is he the one who came through the window the other night?" I regretted it as soon as I said it. Donnie's face tensed as he nodded coldy, staring down at the floor.

"STUPID!" Raph yelled suddenly, slamming his fists into the pillows next to him and jumping to his feet, storming up the stairs. A cold wave of fear flowed through my body as a loud sharp boom rang through the house, signifying that Raph had slammed the door.

"I-im sorry I- I didn't mean to-"

"It's fine" Donnie turned back to the kitchen table and continued his work in silence, leaving Mickey and me alone in the living room with our thoughts.