Perseverance
Where is Mikey?
I’m not making any money from this, not do I own the Ninja Turtles - I’m just borrowing them for a while.
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Mikey groaned and put his hand up to his throbbing head. A much smaller, five-fingered hand gently brushed his away, and he felt a cold, wet cloth cover his forehead.
“April?” he said, trying to sit up. Pain surged through his body and he sucked in his breath, afraid to move. A hand when to his plastron and another behind his head. He winced as he was lowered back down .
“Don’t move”, a female voice softly said, “You have a broken arm and a deep gash in your leg. Just rest - you’re safe”.
Mikey opened his eyes a crack. He felt dizzy and the whole world swam before him. There was a young woman kneeling next to him, looking very worried. She smiled a bit when she noticed that he was looking at her. “Who is she?” he wondered. It was so hard to think... the girl from the bookshop. She was the girl from the bookshop. Mikey’s eyes slid closed - it was too hard to keep them open.
The girl sat back on her heels. This guy was in bad bad shape. She wished she could take him to the hospital, but he‘d made her promise not to. She sighed and put a fresh cloth on his head, then sat on the couch next to a huge stack of books with titles like “Emergengy First Aid Made Easy”, “Marine Biology Vol. 7 - Turtles and Tortoises”, and “Head Injuries”. This last one was open to the chapter on concisions.
The turtle lay on the mat in front of her living couch, her coffee table had been shoved off to the side and was covered in bloody bandages, her sewing box, and some dowling she’d picked up at the hardware store to hold his arm steady.
She had intended to get him to her bed, but he had collapsed here and she he was too heavy for her to lift. She’d covered him with a warm blanket and put a soft pillow under his head.
He’d lost a lot of blood, and he hadn’t eaten anything in day, which according to one of the surgical books was likely why he wasn’t fully able to wake up. The book said he’d either wake up after his body had rested enough or he’d die.
“Great”, she thought. “What do you do with a dead mutant on your living room floor that’s too heavy to lift?” She stood up and marched toward the kitchen. He’d saved her and she was going to save him. She yanked open a drawer and pulled out all her vitamins. She was a bit of a vitamin fanatic, but she never got a cold.
“Iron pills, Vitamin C, and...Vitamin E.” She threw a handful of each onto her blender and turned it all into a gel.
Michelangelo whimpered and shifted around uncomfortably. He was running a high fever by human standards. She wasn’t sure about turtles. None of the books seemed to mention what their normal body temperature should be. She grabbed a spoon and scraped the vitamin goop into a bowl and went to kneel on the floor next to him. He had opened his eyes again, but she could tell he was still very confused and disorientated.
She scooped up a big spoonful of the gel and put her hand behind his head to lift him a few extra inches. “Michelangelo, I need you to swallow this”. He tried to turn his head away, but she pushed the spoon into his mouth. He gagged for a moment and then swallowed. She lay his head back down and went to get another bowl of cold water and some fresh rags.