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Perseverance	By : EvaBrick Category: Comics > Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles Views: 9920 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
Disclaimer: I do not own Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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I'm not making any money from this, nor do I own the Ninja Turtles - I'm just borrowing them for a while.
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Charlie stuffed a handful of, dried, bloody rags into a garbage bag.

Donatello had just spent half an hour telling her about how Splinter was a
giant mutant rat who was once a Japanese man, and that the turtles were
had been his pets until they walked into some weird goo in the sewer which somehow mixed their DNA with his. They lived in the sewer and fought some guy named Shredder and his army of foot soldiers. They were also supposed to be friends with that April O’Neil woman from Channel 6 News.

On top of that, there was now a six-foot turtle in her kitchen, washing her dishes. Weird. Very weird.

She chucked the now full bag over the back of the couch and picked pulled her coffee table back in place. The apartment looked much better than it had earlier. Charlie was glad she’d let Don help her out. She was tired, and hungry, and her legs was bothering her more than she wanted the turtles to know.

“They probably already think I’m a total wuse”, she thought as she gathered up all the books and stacked them on the coffee table. Charlie hated feeling as weak and helpless as she had in the last few days. “I’m a businesswoman”, she thought. “I’m tough enough to hold my own against men in a meeting or boardroom... just not on the street”.

She sighed, looking at the bare floor. The rug was ruined. She’d tried washing the bloodstains out, but they had soaked through to the floor. A professional cleaning would probably do the trick, but she’d be darned if she was going to call a company to come in and clean up what was likely several gallons of bloodstains. There’d be no explaining that one. Donatello had helped her to roll it up and tie some string around it. He was going to get rid of it and the garbage bags when he left so no one would find it in a dumpster and call the police.

She sat down on the couch and stretched. Donatello had his back to her as he dried the dishes and put them away in the cupboards. Charlie had never seen anyone who was as physically fit as the turtles. She watched the muscles in Don’s arms contract and expand as he reached up to the different shelves. His shell was perfectly symmetrical, but there were scratch marks on it. A couple of them were quite deep and it donned on her that these were cuts. Charlie frowned at this and shut her eyes, glad that he was there. She knew she was safe in her apartment, but she felt a little nervous about being alone. Charlie leaned back into the couch - she was so tired. Her leg was hot and sore and itchy and...

“You’re bleeding”, Donatello said. He was standing next to her, pointing to where a narrow stream of blood was dribbling along her bare foot.

Charlie’s eyes snapped open and she pulled her skirt up to look at her leg. Some of the
scabs had broken open.

“Did you ever disinfect that?” Don asked, squatting down to get a better look at her wounds. Charlie shrugged, embarrased. “These need to be bandaged. Where’d you put your first aid kit?”

“It’s in the bathroom”, Charlie answered quietly. Don hopped up and hurried to get it. Charlie stood up and moved away from the couch, not wanting to bleed on the light fabric. She walked into the kitchen and sat on a chair with her long skirt bunched up to her hip on her bad side. She kept the other side long. She felt undignified enough without Donatello seeing her underwear too.

Don came back with the first aid kit and some clean rags. He pulled out a bottle of disinfectant and poured some into a rag before kneeling down at her side. “This will sting a bit”, he said and dabbed at the scrapes at her ankle. Charlie winced and bit her lip. It did sting.

“Hmm”, Don said. I think you need to sit up higher to I can get a better look at this”. He stood and bending down, slid one arm under her knees and the other behind her back. He picked her up effortlessly and set her down on the countertop. Don squatted down again and continued to methodically clean up her leg. Pausing now and then to put some fresh disinfectant on the rag. He stood when he got close to the top of her leg. Don was very proud of himself for acting as calm as he was, when inside he was marvelling at the fact that he was actually touching a girl’s leg. True, it was heavily scraped and scabby, but it was still a girl’s leg.

“How is it that you took such good care of Mikey, but you didn’t do anything for yourself?” he asked, smiling at her. He blinked in surprise when he saw her face. He hadn’t really looked at her in several minutes and hadn’t noticed that her eyes were welling up with tears. “What’s wrong? Am I hurting you? ”, he asked gently, stepping back in case he was frightening her again.

“It's nothing...” she choked, looking away. “It just stings a bit”.

Don frowned. “It can’t sting all that much. What’s really bothering you?” He hoped it wasn’t because he’d been touching her leg. It’d be bad enough if she didn’t want to be his friend, but he couldn’t cope with it if he repulsed her.

Charlie looked at him with her bottom lip trembling and burst into tears. Her body shook and she wrapped one arm around her waist and covered her face with her hand.

Don hesitated a moment and then did the only thing he could think to do - he stepped forward and hugged her.
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