TMNT: Secrets of the Sewers

Recovering

Karai laid on a hospital bed inside Saki Enterprises, an IV in her arm and breathing tubes on her face. The Shredder, free of his armor, sat by her bedside holding her hand. A young doctor with fiery red hair was examining a clipboard full of information on Karai's condition, including at least five cat scans.

"Well Mr. Saki." The young doctor, Dr. Chaplin, began. "I have some good news. While Karai's brain has sustained some damage from the backlash of Project Oracle's powers, it is minor damage that the brain can naturally heal over time."

"Excellent." Saki said, a hint of relief in his voice before he squashed it with his usual cold, calculating tone. "How long until she is conscious?"

"Unfortunately, it's too early to tell." Chaplin informed him. "She could wake up any minute, or be in a coma for months. I'm afraid we just don't know enough about what Oracle did to her to give an accurate assessment."

Saki's fist clenched at the idea of his daughter being in a coma. He slammed his fist on the side of her bed in anger, eliciting a gulp from Chaplin. The doctor excused himself, exiting the room just as Hun entered. He still had the bruises from the battle, and looked physically drained. Still, the behemoth managed to give a proper bow, albeit painfully.

"Master..." he groaned.

"Have you found them?" Shredder asked.

"No Master..." Hun answered. "All we found was this."

He produced a bloody piece of white cloth, the remains of some sorts of lab coat. Saki looked at it, remembering a similar coat on one of the turtles.

"Where was this?" he demanded.

"Near the edge of the city." Hun replied. "It would seem they've fled."

"Hmmm... we best be on guard then. They may have gone, but they will soon return."

"Yes Master." Hun agreed.

As Hun left, Saki looked out the window at the sun rising over the city.

...

The Shellraiser twisted and turned down the gravel road that led up to Northampton, the large canopy of trees providing little relief from the bright sun of the late fall months. They had been driving for a few hours now, Donny doing the best he could for his two patients with what he had on him, as well as anything they could scrounge from the various CVS' and Walgreens they hit along the way.

"How they holding up Don?" Casey asked from the driver's seat.

"Hisako's stabilized, and with any luck, she'll wake up soon." Donny replied, tying off the bandage around Hisako's waist.

"And Leo?" April questioned.

Donny looked upon his fallen brother, feeling more than a bit helpless.

"He's got a fever, and he's still out cold." Don lamented "I can't work on him fully until we're somewhere off the road."

"Don't worry bro." Mikey assured him. "I'm sure we'll be there soon."

"I hope so." Donny replied quietly.

As the four of them conversed, Raph cradled Leo's head in his lap. The blue turtle's hair was matted with sweat, which worried the red turtle, and increased the size of the lump of guilt that had settled into his throat.

"Leo..." He muttered.

As they kept driving, Hisako groaned slightly, coming to. Master Splinter, who had been holding her this entire time, looked down and sighed in audible relief.