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

Chapter 15: The Call

"Lexi, please take something," Don pleads. "You're only making it worse by not taking anything."

"No medicine," I groan, shaking my head slightly. "Medicine, medicine, and more medicine. All the time. I'm tired of it!"

In the two weeks that I have been back home, I have tried everything to hurry up the healing process so that I can get back to how I was before. But the pain is just excruciating some days, so I have been taking a lot of pain killers. My black eye has been healing alright, but my stomach has remained painful just about every day. Although the bruises have faded, I find myself continually doubting April's diagnosis on my stomach. It almost feels like the pain is getting worse the more time that passes.

"Well, you got beat up pretty bad," Raph says. "Medicine is the only thing that's going to help."

"I don't want to be taking it all the time," I insist. "Bodies are built to withstand pain."

"This is true," Donnie says slowly. "But we do live in the day of modern medicine. I think that people in Medieval times would be offended at your refusal to take the medicine that they would have appreciated."

Through the pain, I manage to glare at him. "Are you really trying to guilt-trip me into taking medicine right now?"

"I didn't really think it would work, but I figured I'd try anyway," Donnie says chuckling a bit.

"It's the only way your headache will go away," Raph stated. "Well, that and getting off of that damn computer."

"I'm trying to figure out more about the RBMC. Wouldn't you like to know the people who gave me up to the Dark Angels?" I ask, glancing over at the turtles. "Seriously, I'm going to find out whether you help me or not."

"We're going to help you," Leo says softly, placing a hand on my shoulder. "We just want you to be healthy. And obsessing over finding them again for two weeks straight isn't going to cause your condition to continue on the fine line."

"Well what else am I supposed to do? Rose hardly comes out of her room now like she's afraid that she'll get taken too. I'm not allowed to go anywhere but my apartment, or here in the lair because of my injuries, which are healing fine." I haven't told any of them that my stomach gets worse and worse because I don't want to give them a reason to think that I'm not healing properly. "And my mom is never home anymore; she's always working."

I bite my lip and look up at Leo. He genuinely looks apologetic. I know that he knows that I don't like being treated like I am helpless. But he knows that I know that I need to be, especially at this time.

"What can we get you right now? Food? I haven't seen you eat," Leo says.

"One of Mikey's quesadillas would be nice, actually."

"One Michelangelo Masterpiece, comin' right up." Mikey shoots up and heads towards the kitchen, getting out all of the ingredients. As he rustles through the cupboards and fridge, a loud beeping noise sounds through the computer. My eyes widen and I open up the laptop in a flash.

"Donnie!" I exclaim. "I think I've found a location, but I don't know. Can you track what I've got?"

Donnie approaches me quickly and I move so he can sit down.

"I'll try. Depending on how close and constant the signal is, I might be able to locate it. Hold on." The sound of his fingers clicking the keyboard fly throughout the room and the beeping noise continues. It seems to get louder and faster, but I might be just hearing things.

Five minutes have gone by, and by now I know that it's getting louder and quickening by the minute. The intensity in the room is absolutely blasting and I feel like we're all going to have one giant heart attack. Even Mikey has come over to watch. I can't imagine being in Donnie's situation right now.