storm || r. hamato

Part 13

The others in the kitchen watch the situation in awe, completely blown away with how calm Raphael was being with you for once. 

You and the turtle remove yourselves from the embrace and look at each other.  His face was blushed a bright red while yours was blessed with a beautiful smile.  You giggle at his reaction.  "Your face is red like your mask."

"I-"  he hesitates before blurting out "get off of my lap!"  He pushes you off of his lap gently as he covers his face with a pillow.

"Awh!  Raphie's blushing!"  Mikey teases his brother.  The rest of the group starts laughing at the vulnerable moment of their tough-skinned turtle. 

"Oh can it."  Raph mumbles from behind the pillow. 

Your smile remains on your face during the short conversation that took place.  Standing up, you tell the gang you'll be back and take yourself to the bathroom.  Walking in, you lock the door behind yourself and look into the mirror.  Your hands rested upon the sides of the sink, keeping you up on your feet.  You didn't feel too good anymore, and your only escape was the restroom.  You take a deep and shaky breath as you look at yourself.

Dark circles found a bed under your eyes.  Your skin looked musty and pale from the sickness.  You think back to the hospital and remember that you were supposed to stay the night.  Instead, you were kicked out with Tylenol to go.  You recall it being odd, but you shake the memory away as it didn't mean too much to you.  It was easy on the insurance anyways. 

Turning the handle on the faucet, ice cold water flows into the pool of the sink carelessly.  You run your hands under the water, shaping them to cup the water.  Puffing in air to hold within your chest, you splash the cold water onto your face.  You do this multiple times in hopes to cool down your oncoming fever.  You grab a facial towel off of the shelf to your right and tap your face dry.  Once you come across drying your neck, you pull the towel away from a certain line. 

The line ran all the way across your neck, reminding you of the night you weren't supposed to survive.  The night Raphael was supposed to protect you.  The night that started your three-month-long comatose.  The memories come back in flashes, causing you a great deal of anxiety.  The only thing you can see are those memories.  They're haunting you.  They're causing your heavy breathing, your cold sweating.  The room starts to spin around you faster than a merry-go-round.  The next thing you know, you're on the floor with one hand hovering over your neck, the other slung over the side of the bathtub.

On the outside, all the others could hear was a loud thud, causing a unanimous wave of worry to flow over them.  Leonardo and Raphael both get up from their seats and rush to the bathroom door.

Leo knocks and asks, "Hey, (Y/n), are you alright in there?"

There was no response to correlate to his question.