The Rising (final book of The Call series) ~ TMNT Fanfiction

Chapter 14: Tell Me

It feels like years since I've heard Mikey's voice. And it feels like never since I've heard him sound worried.

"Lexi!" Mikey exclaims when we walk into the lair. And within seconds, he has rushed right up to me and scooped me into his arms. He is not overbearing and holds me in his arms very gently. "You're okay!" He pulls away and puts grabs my shoulders softly. "Are you okay? I sort of jumped to that conclusion."

"I'm okay," I say and I offer a smile.

"Good." He pulls me right back into a hug. "We missed you so much. You have no idea. Did you—"

"Sorry Mike," Noah apologizes, nudging me forward. "April's already in the infirmary room. She wanted us to bring Lexi to her as quickly as possible." Noah and Mallory pretend not to see Mikey's disappointed face because it's a face that nobody can resist. I give the orange-clad turtle an apologetic smile.

"I'll get patched up and then we can catch up, alright? Maybe we can play a round of Survival City," I say to Mikey. "And I've missed you too."

Noah laughs without humor. "If you've got a concussion of any sort, that's going to be a no."

I turn my head away from Mikey and towards where Noah and Mal are pushing me. My breath catches in my throat when Leo comes around the corner. His eyes seem to pop out of his head when he sees me. He opens his mouth, attempting to speak but nothing comes out. He starts to say my name a few times, and once he finally does, I've already been pushed past him.

"Leo, you'll have to save the celebratory kiss until after we know she doesn't have any internal bleeding," Noah says, opening the door.

I roll my eyes. "A concussion? Internal bleeding? Noah, do you want these to be my diagnoses?"

"Just preparing for the worst," Noah says shortly.

Noah, Mallory and Rose leave the room, but they keep the door open in case April needs any help. April looks over my injuries and writes down every single one she can find. I don't know what I expected; maybe about one hundred pages full of injuries and broken bones and each and every little bruise I had received. It isn't that bad; in fact, the list looks like it's only a page long and that's better than anything I could have hoped for.

"What hurts the most?" April says after what seems like forever. She steps back and takes a seat on a stool that's behind her.

"My stomach," I say honestly. "Melinda kicked me a lot there every day."

April purses her lips, thinking.

"Yeah, that would make sense; the stomach area and rib cage are very badly bruised, but somehow, you don't have a single broken rib."

"Thank goodness," I mumble, genuinely glad. "Do I have a broken anything?"

"No," she says, smiling a little. "That's the good news."

"What's the bad news?"

"Your cheeks have been badly bruised, your nose has clearly been beaten a lot, and you've lost a lot of blood from it, so you'll probably need a blood transfusion just to replenish everything. Your ankles and wrists are badly swollen, and you may be walking with a limp for a little bit. You have a really bad black eye on your right, and your left looks like there used to be a nasty black eye there, but it's been given the chance to heal so it isn't as bad."

There is a brief silence.

"So basically, you're telling me that the bad news cancels out the good news and makes it all just...terrible news," I conclude bluntly.

April laughs. "Not quite. I'd have to add a few more things to make it terrible news. Honestly, you're lucky that you didn't break anything. The other things will heal in time." She puts away her medical stuff and looks back up at me. "Now, first things first...do you know what your blood type is?"