TMNT: I Fight Alone

Chapter 4: The Farmhouse

(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.