Feeling slowly returned to her body, Becky's vision faded in and out and by the time it cleared completely, she found herself staring at a dark and moldy ceiling. She also heard a raspy wheezing sound and steady beeping.
"Puffy? Are you ok?" She heard a familiar voice ask.
Becky very slowly tilted her head to the side of her pillow and saw one of her closest friends next to her. She noticed the heart monitor and tank next to her bed before focusing her gaze on Swift again.
She didn't try to speak yet, no doubt that everything was still a big blur to her...
"How ya feelin' puff?" Swift asked Before he bit his tongue as he remembered what Donnie had told him about his voice.
She turned her head to the side to examine her surroundings before she locked eyes with the punk once again.
She opened her mouth to speak, but instead of the response she was thinking of, a chocked, raspy sound replaced it.
She panicked as she tried to speak again, each attempt failing over and over. Swift put a hand on her bandaged chest to calm her down.
"Puff, don't try to speak, you.... Can't...." Swift said calmly as he he cupped her cheek.
Her eyes widened as she let a hoarded moan before she rolled on her side to get more comfortable, wincing when she felt a sharp pain in her back.
She looked back to see that one of her wings was in a cast. She found her strength and sat up fully to look at herself.
Her eyes widened more as she grew more horrified at the amount of damage Slash caused her. Tears started pouring down her cheeks as she couldn't stop them.
She whipped her sight back to Swift as he himself looked as if he was about to cry.
Again she tried to speak but failed horribly making her cry more from the pain in her throat.
"Com'er Becky.." Swift cooed as the young cub clasped into his embrace crying softy from the pain and emotional toll.
"I can't imagine the pain you might be feeling right now puffy.. But I promise," he said through his tears, "that I'll be here to help you through this no matter what.."
The two friends held each other and cried silently, right as splinter walked in to check on them.
When he informed Swift that she should get her rest, Becky was the first to protest, by giving a loud squeak. Swift translated for her, saying that it would be best if he stayed while his sons were away. She'd rest easier with him there.
Splinter gave in and left the room silently.
When the night came, and the four brothers had returned home from a successful mission, Swift insisted that she should be left alone and that he would be staying the night again.
Even thought she couldn't speak, she made her voice clear through her facial expressions and hand movements.
"Beck, don't worry. I'm not goin anywhere tonight. I'll be right outside in the lobby, I promise." He assured and gave her a tight hug.
As he got up to walk out, she gently tugged on his black jacket making him turn around once more.
"Hm?"
She pointed to her beloved multicolored stuffed bunny that sat on a high shelf. He nodded before retrieving it and handing it to her.
He gave her a kiss on her bandaged forehead before shutting off the light and walking out.
