You're Mikey's wife and end up diagnosed with cancer. He stays by your side through treatments and is supportive.
You weren't exactly sure how to explain it. Something had just been feeling so...wrong. You didn't know what it was, when exactly it started up, but you did know that you pushed it away.
It was a trait you'd inherited from your parents. If you couldn't find an explanation, it probably didn't exist. If there were no obvious signs of something, push it away. You'd wanted to tell your husband what had been on your mind. How you'd really been feeling... but what would you say?
Unfortunately, putting things off had also been a bad trait your parents taught you.
And now it was starting to catch up with you.
You could tell that maybe, just maybe, the others were starting to notice too but they never said anything. You'd met the turtles when you were in middle school, before they were allowed onto the surface. The boys had been playing in the sewers, too close to the top to notice they could he heard.
You were walking home from the bus stop when you'd heard kids playing in the sewers. Too young to know what could be lurking but too old to not have a wild sense of curiosity, you'd called down to them.
Of course, they hadn't responded right away. You had to come up with something that would make them show themselves, and that little something happened to be a teeny tiny lie.
You said you saw them.
Since then, you befriended them. You'd been their friend, their only human friend, a long time before April and the other humans came into the picture. Your freshman year of high school Mikey and you started dating. You'd never been more happy, and his brothers had informed you that he hadn't either.
Four years later, straight out of high school, Mikey had proposed. You said yes. You went to college and had a small wedding between Mikey's family. Your family wasn't really in the picture, and if they asked, you had a guy friend who'd easily step in and play husband for a while. It didn't seem to bother him much, and Mikey was understandably disappointed that meeting your family and friends was yet another downfall of being a mutant, but he bounced back from that with his optimism.
Now you were thinking back at it all. Where had it all gone? Somehow you'd lost a lot of weight. Sure, you and Mikey had been very active together in the training room, but it had just seemed to fall off all of a sudden.
You seemed drained of energy. You wanted to lay in bed and wallow, sit on the couch, and just cuddle whenever Mikey wasn't training. He took it as being a little clingy- which he was totally okay with- but then again it concerned him after a while. You didn't want to train anymore and often had to stop and rest mid-workout. The guys didn't even have to look at you before you'd lost a spar session with them. No, no, it wasn't depression and it wasn't an eating disorder.
You definitely tried to have fun and stay active, you just couldn't physically do it all right now. You passed it off as not enough rest, maybe a headache or stomach ache and nothing more. Once you'd said you weren't in the mood to fool around with pointy weapons. And you are plenty- but it was forced.
You'd thrown up occasionally but simply brushed it off. Things hadn't been settling well with you.
So a doctors appointment was scheduled and you didn't bother to tell the guys. You didn't need them coming up with ideas or worrying if you had the flu. To you, it was pretty obvious you were sick. You'd lost weight, you were always tired, your chest hurt, there were bags under your eyes, you were throwing up and never hungry.
