Back to New York! (2nd)

Ticked off much?

It had been three days since the crash. Raph had gotten reintroduced to his brothers, introduced to his niece yet still refused to say anything about where he’d been for the last five years. He kept saying “I’ll tell ya later” or “Can’t I just be home fer a while?” or stuff a long that line. No matter how long they poke at him, Raph wouldn’t spill anything. The girls went in and out of consciousness, drifting in between a limbo. They could hear muffled voices, the doctors said, but they could not respond. The guys and Lena were constant visitors. Lena would ask every day when her mommy would wake up.

One of the guys would say soon and Mikey would make a joke about Becca and tickle his girl’s tummy. To be frank Raph couldn’t believe his brother was a father. Forget that she was adopted, Mikey was her dad and that’s all Raph cared about…it was a little odd to him. Leo and Don laughed at this. It was good to be back in New York after so long, back with family and all. But what he’d give to tell them what had happened-but it was for their safety that he didn’t.

Today was Wednesday, day number four of the girls stay in the hospital. Raph was in human form, sitting in the visitor’s chair of the girl’s room. He propped the chair on its back legs, pushing off the ground with his foot, reading a book and chewing on a tooth pick. The day was beautiful, bright and clear, so the window was open.

The other guys were busy. Don was working on his projects as usual, he visited around the night time-informing Kylee for whatever reason how the process was coming along, Leo visited in the mornings then went back to the lair for his continuous meditation and training, Raph didn’t think his older brother did much else, Erin and Quinn visited once every few days, Their parents sent their best, Mikey visited after school with Lena, so Raph basically had the afternoon to himself.

He didn’t do much there, just read and watched over the girls. At least Becca looked peaceful! Kylee looked contorted with ferocity and death. She looked mad and hurt and uncaring-interesting combination to Raph. Becca had obviously told her about his return before the crash…Kylee was probably still steaming, even in her sleep. “Sorry kid. Sorry I couldn’t tell ya where I went and why.” He murmured proudly, looking down at her as she twitched. Raph went back to his book.

“Where the hell have you been?” He heard someone spit and looked back over. Kylee’s eyes were burning with a fire hotter than ever before. He smiled, relieved that she was awake, fully this time. “Mornin’ Kid. Had us scared for a while there.”

“Damn you….where the hell were you all these years?!”

“Careful there Kylee, you start getting excited and I’m gonna hafta leave.”

“Where this time? How long would you be gone? Would we end up thinking you were dead again”

“Home, till tomorrow, and not unless I get drunk.”

“Don’t act smart with me Raphael Hamato!” Kylee snapped, cringing wih pain as she tried to sit up. Raph leaned over and handed her the bed remote. She snatched it out of his hand and threw it back down; Kylee’d rather lay on her back than get help from him. “For five f**** years you’ve been gone! For three damned years you’ve finally been dead to me! I was finally able to move on and then you hafta show up again!”

“Sorry for comin’ home?” Raph was a little confused

“SORRY FOR COMIN’ HOME! SORRY FOR COMIN HOME!? DAMN IT RAPH WHY DIDN’T YOU COME HOME IN THE FIRST PLACE! YOU LEFT A POOL OF BLOOD AND A DEAD END TRAIL! YOU LEFT ME THINKING YOU WERE HURT AND THERE WAS NOTHING I COULD DO ABOUT IT! I SEARCHED FOR YOU FOR TWO DAMNED YEARS, I HAD NIGHTMARES ABOUT YOUR ROTTING CARCASS!...where were you after all these years? For five years where could you have gone?”