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Tiffany's pov
"are you sure you can handle yourselves?" Shifu asked the turtles and I.
"of course." I assured him.
Splinter looked at us in doubt. "My Dear, are you completely sure? last time we left you 5 alone you did a absurd challenge that gotten them sick."
"to be fair, I didn't do it. lactose intolerant, remember?"
Splinter and Shifu have decided to take a trip for the weekend. this trip was for their spirit harness stuff, I wasn't paying much attention. anyway, they were nervous about leaving us alone because every time they have so far, we have done weird internet challenges. boys will be boys but apparently, its worse because I'm the girl. the goth girl with a Mohawk was left in charge of watching them until Raph convinced them they could watch themselves. Mikey pushed past me and nudged our masters to the door. "see? we'll be fine. you crazy kids have fun and send post cards. K? bye!"
our masters had their bags on their backs and stood in the door way. "alright then. we will be back in 3 days. be carful." Shifu said as they closed the door.
the moment the door was closed, Mikey ran to the window and watched our masters walk away. as soon as they were out of sight, Mikey pumped his fist in the air. "no adults!!!"
"ummm, aren't we 18?" I asked.
"...shut up..." he ran into my room and ran back into the main room with my laptop. "funny internet videos?" he sat on the couch with his feet on the coffee table.
"yeah... while you do that, I'm working on the battle shell." Donnie said walking away.
Raph and Leo walked up to me. "Raph and I are about to spar. wanna join?" Leo asked.
"weapons, sweat, and muscles... how can ya say no?" Raph asked flexing.
"no thanks." I smiled. "I'll watch videos with Mikey."
"if ya say so." they walked away.
I sat down next to Mikey and looked at the screen. we was typing in challenges for teens. "Mikey, what are you doing?"
"finding something to do."
"you heard Splinter."
"he said what happened last time we did one. he never said we couldn't do another one."
"warhead challenge, bloody mouths. milk challenge, you guys had stomach aches. really, why cant we do something civil like chess or golf?"
"are you 90? wheres the excitement?" he clicked on one. "oh! oh! what about this?" he turned the screen to me and I watched.
a man was reading the wrapper of a condom before opening it. he was talking about some challenge. next thing I knew, he put it up his nose and snorted it. he began coughing before pulling it out of his mouth. "oh my god! no! we are not doing that!"
"why???"
"do you really want to shove a condom up your nose? what would Raph say?"
"who cares?"
"umm, do you really want to walk around with the name Trojan sniffer?"
"...lets look for something else." he clicked on another. "does McDonalds deliver?"
"no."
"can you get like 200 nuggets?"
"with what, my good looks?"
"well.... that might get us a 20 piece..."
"excuse me?!?"
"YOUR SO PRETTY!!!" he clicked on another. "but shes smoking..."
"next!" I clicked on another. "too expensive..." I clicked on a different one. "stupid ads!!!" the video started. a woman began eating everything on the Taco Bell menu. "I don't think I can eat that much."
Mikey started bouncing excitingly. "what about this one?!?" he clicked on a video where a group of teens began to eat spoon fulls of cinnamon. "its perfect. we have it already, bored turtles, and reckless minds!"
"what about what could happen?"
"..."
"vomiting?"
"we'll have buckets."
".....okay."
we ran into Donnie's room and simply put him over Mikey's shoulder and ran for the training room. we put him down and stopped the training. "hey." smiled and waved.
"something wrong?" Leo asked.
"well, no. we just came here to ask you guys to participate in our new found tradition."
"that would be?" Donnie asked.
"when the masters are away, the turtles do challenge play!" Mikey slyly said.
"another one?"
"why not?" I looked to Raph and Leo. you see, these two, I can do a face and they melt. I tilted my head down and kept my eyes to them. with puppy eyes, I swayed my body side to side and asked. "please?"
they looked at each other for a moment. "what do we get out of it?" Raph asked.
"how about this? everyone gets to suggest a challenge and we do it. since me and Mike have one, we cant suggest one. the rule is, it has to be edible. that way, no one can get hurt with condoms or ice."
"what???"
"don't worry about it. now, what about it?"
"spice challenge. we take everythin' spicy in the house, mix it, eat it, and see who can last with no milk or noffin'."
"Leo?"
"I don't know. crackers? eat 2 in one minute." he said.
"everyone has to do this one. we have to eat pickled eggs."
"ew. but fine." everyone, to the kitchen!!!" Mikey said in excitement.
I was pouring the blended drink of all things spice in shot glasses I hide from Splinter and Shifu. they still reeked from whiskey but the spice was over powering it. this drink was made of chili peppers, ghost peppers, satin shit, stfu sauce, and zombie habanero peppers. everyone looked at the shot glasses. "who goes first?" Raph asked.
"no one." I told him. "we all do it at the same time." I picked mine up. "well mates...cheers." I tipped my glass then drank it. everyone followed. "tastes great. little tart but good." I took another shot. the turtles thought something else.
"WHERE THE FUCK IS THE MILK???"
the turtles crowded the fridge as they went after the milk. Donnie was trying to withstand the heat by covering his face. "don't touch you face!" I told him.
"oh my god! my eyes!!! MY EYES!!!" Donnie flipped out. Leo began pouring milk on Don's face. Mikey was drinking the ketchup with a straw like a juice box and Raph was keeping his face in ice.
it was a good hour later when the sun was going down and we all sat at the table after cleaning the milk off the floor. Mikey was still drinking from a straw out of the bottle. we looked at him questioningly. "what?" he asked.
"your mouth is still hot?" Leo asked.
"no. it just tastes good."
I rolled my eyes. "I say we try Leo's not manly, racist cracker challenge."
Leo looked at me in confusion. "how is it racist?"
"I am a really pale girl. you and your stupid crackers, you jerk." I joked.
"ha ha ha, now start."
lets just say, nothing happened. we couldn't do it but nothing happened. now the eggs were a different story. when Don took the jar out I gaged. "oh my god, they look like shaved testacies in a jar."
Raph busted out laughing. "really?" Donnie asked in disbelief.
"something you need to tell us?"
"no, why?"
"you suggested we eat balls."
"their eggs!"
"they don't look like it." I had Mikey laughing and Leo was trying not to.
"just take one." Don said while handing us each an egg.
"you know, I wasn't thinking about it, didn't even notice it. but after Tiffany said something, it does look like balls." Mikey said in almost a childish way. he brought it up to his nose and sniffed it. "is this what testies smell like?" he poked it. "Tiff, you slept with Splinter. is this how balls feel like?" he had everyone but me and Raph blushing. we were close to rolling on the floor laughing.
"these are shaved ones so I couldn't say." I managed to choke out from my laughter.
"okay! come on. focus." Don said. "I suggested this because I thought it was gross."
"this conversation is gross too." Raph snickered.
"he asked!" I told him. "okay, one...two...three!" we took a bite. "hm... so this is what balls taste like." Leo spat out his egg laughing. "hmmm salty." I smiled.
"you suck." Donnie said snickering.
"damn straight." I tipped my glass then took another shot of the hot drink we had earlier.
"can we do ours next?" Mikey asked.
"...why not? alright, Knucklehead. go get the whatever." Raph said.
Mikey went to get the cinnamon. he came back with it and opened it. "everyone take a spoon." he handed out plastic spoons. we each took a bite. wasn't bad but we all spat it out when Mikey said, "and this is what Tiffany's perfume tastes like."
"how do you even know that???" Leo asked.
I was laughing so hard I started choking.
Leo's pov
we were all laughing at Mikey when I heard a gagging noise. I looked over to my gothic friend to see her choking. "Tiffany, are you okay?" she stood up and ran to the fridge but slipped and hit the back of her head on the counter. "oh my shell!" we ran over to her. she was holding her head in pain. "are you okay?"
"I think so." she said. she sat up. "whoa.... too fast..." she laid back down.
I picked her up and carried her to the living room. I sat her on the couch. "how are you feeling?" Don asked.
"like I hit my head."
"let me see." he moved her Mohawk around to see the bruise on her head. "its going to leave a bump. tell me everything your feeling."
"umm... headache...pressure, nausea, feels weird to think..."
"okay then." Don looked to us. "may I speak with you guys in private?" we went back to the kitchen. "its clear she is going to have some concussion but I wont know the severity of it until later. in three hours, I'll ask her what she is feeling. until then, keep her awake. I'm going to go through her medical journal to see what we can do."
"I don't think she hit it that hard." Mikey said.
"she could have rattled her brain in her skull. that could cause bleeding and if that's the case, we may need to take her to the hospital."
"...opps."
"lets just see what happens." I suggested.
we waited and he came back with new information. "its a big one. I think shes bleeding."
"why?"
he opened the door. "Tiffany? can you come in here?"
we heard thumps in the room. we looked in the living room and she was falling on the floor. "what do we do?" Raph asked. "our mastas are gonna be back in a few days. if they see her like this then we're dead!"
"are you suggesting they play favorites?"
"shes a girl, there girl! she does the cutie act and they melt like we did!"
"just give her crackers and medication. if it gets worse then we might have to take further measures."
"like?"
"drill holes."
"where?!?"
"her head."
"what?!?"
I left the room and helped her on the couch. "are you okay."
"hmm hmmh mh m"
"what?"
"I said I'll be fine, Leo."
"you hit your head pretty hard. there talking about drilling holes in your head."
she chuckled. "seems legit."
"your not scared?"
"as a person? yes. as a woman of medical knowledge? terrified. I know my possible fate. yet, I will not back down."
"that's pretty gutsy." I said. she smiled at me before holding her head in her hands. "pressure?" she nodded.
Don walked in the room. "I dont think she should sleep for the next 24 hours. so keep her awake with anything."
"got it. what are you going to do?"
"read more articles."
"alright then." Don walked away and Tiffany stood up. "where do you think your going?"
"you know I cant sit here like this. I'm going for a walk around the house. maybe see what Mikey is up to."
"just...be carful. if you fall down the stairs, its all over."
"I got this." she smiled. she stumbled down the hall with me left in concern.
Tiffany's pov
wow... my head felt like it was pressured. I felt sick, dizzy, and other things but I am not one to sit down. I hate sitting. I walked around the house looking for anything to do. Don was reading, Leo waiting me to rest, Mikey's video games were giving me a headache. Raph was no where to be seen. I went in his room to see a open window. with the sun down and us being in the middle of the country, I didn't worry about anyone seeing him. I looked to the ground to see his shadow. I grabbed the tree branch and held on. climbing up, I felt dizzy to the point my foot slipped. I gasped and tried to hold anything.my feet couldn't catch anything and my grip was slipping. all of a sudden, my foot caught something. no, something caught me. something held my foot firmly up. I looked down to see Raph holding me up. he helped me up to the roof and chuckled. "I don't think the girl with a concussion should be climbin' trees."
"yeah... what are you doing up here?"
"nothin'."
I smelled something off. it smelled like my grandparents house. "whats that smell?"
"oh...I- uhh...was just lightin' one up."
smoking??? "oh."
we both sat down next to each other. he took out 2 cigarettes and lit them. he took one out of his mouth and handed it to me. I held it between 2 fingers like one should. he looked at me in confusion. "are you a smoker?"
"I used to be."
"really? didn't guess. when?"
"when I was 9 years old."
"what???"
"I was living with my grandparents at the time and they are heavy smokers."
"wow...they suck, huh?"
"yeah... cant trust them worth shit."
"really?"
"yup. promised a lot of things but never gave. only took. promised to take me to a friends funeral.... gave every excuse not to on the day... now I have to live with the fact the last thing I told him was a lie...basterds.... you know what? I need to sleep."
"need help?"
"...maybe."
"okay." he put out the stick and picked me up. "lets go."
Leo's pov
I walked down the halls to Tiffany's room to check on her. when I opened the door to see her sleeping. I went to wake her when Raph jumped me. turns out, he was sitting in her beanbag chair on her laptop while she was sleeping. he held my mouth and dragged me into the hall. "what are ya doin?" he asked. he released me.
"shes sleeping!"
"yeah."
"she cant do that!"
"just leave her alone. I'm keepin' a eye on her."
"but she cant sleep. she could die!"
"she'll be fine. she wanted ta sleep so I let her. sue me."
"I... don't believe this." I walked in her room and shook her awake. when she awoke, my anger faded. I sat next to her while she leaned into my chest. "whats going on?" she asked.
"nothing. you cant sleep for another few hours."
"but I'm tired."
"I know but its too dangerous. you could die. do you really want to not wake up???" she shook her head. I felt something wet run down my chest. looking down, I seen her crying. "whats wrong? is it what I said? I didn't mean it like that." a pit grew in my stomach.
"that's *sniff* not it."
"then what?"
"I don't know!" she started laughing. I lifted her up and carried her to the living room.
"Don?" I called. I set Tiffany on the couch and ran into the kitchen. "Don, she went nuts!"
"excuse me?" he asked.
"shes acting weird..."
"show me."
we walked back in the living room to see Tiffany and Mikey talking. "haha, dude, your acting funny."
"no your funny! HAHAHAHAHA!*SNORT* HAHAHA!!!"
"what did you give her?" I asked. "you must have-"
"1600 mg of ibuprofen. plus, she is emotional from the bump of her head." Don answered.
"isn't that...oh, lets see...bad?"
"she was in pain. I guess it was too much?"
"you tell me." I said while gesturing to Tiffany. she was laying on the couch with her limbs spread out. she was listening to Mikey's rambling and laughing.
"so I was telling jack-star97 that we needed to collect the extra bullets after we took out the solders but he went to get them anyway. do you believe it? he lead them to us! got us killed!" he wailed his limbs about dramatically.
she laughed. "ha ha, priorities. your doing it wrong."
"thank you! you get it."
"you tell that royal flank to learn practical tactics first before he even buys the fucking controller or game."
"what does flank mean?"
"its-"
"okay!" I interrupted. "Tiffany? why don't we take you back to your room and you can watch a movie?" I asked in a light tone. a tone you would speak to a child with.
"is it Howard The Duck?"
"...sure?"
she reached her arms out to me. "okay!" she smiled. I picked her up and took her to her room. once I lied her on the couch, she grabbed my arm. "stay."
"but...I need to-"
"stay with me?"
"don't you think that would be weird?"
"we're friends, right? why would it be?" tears formed in her eyes. "did I do something wrong?!?"
"no, no!" I hate to see her cry. I sat next to her on her couch. she hates being normal so she uses a couch instead of a bed. she lied down. I lied down next and she rested her head on my shoulder. I was on the edge with a foot rested on the ground holding me up.
"I feel weird..."
I wrapped my arms around her. "I know but I'm here. I'll stay with you till you snap out of it."
"hehe~"
"what?"
"you smell like the dojo...sandlewood..."
"I meditated in there."
"hmmm..."
she closed her eyes. "no, no." I gave her a shake. "stay awake."
she smiled and started singing, "sunshine, sunshine! ladybugs awake! clap your hooves and do a little shake! HAHA!" she stopped soon. "I hate my little pony..." she said in a depressing tone. "but I love murdershy, pinkamina, molestia, and other dark stories of it. makes me feel... sadistic..." she looked up at me. "don't you ever feel this way? blood thirsty? craving revenge? like... if you could find the one person who wronged you... you would tare them apart... drink in there misery and take you time slicing and slicing..." she smiled. "like your cutting little cookies... their bad so I bet the cookies taste bad. what do you think?"
"...I wouldn't know...I don't make cookie people... are you sure your feeling okay?"
"fine really."
"and... you don't either? you don't make people into cookies, right?"
"blah, not in my taste. to have someone enjoy them is too good for them. I say, if they do a bad thing, make them suffer for it."
"what do you mean?"
"say, we have a child molester. since they love touching kids, stop it. cut of their hands. then, at their most depressed state and their crying for you to end it, don't. let them live like that. when they get used to it, end it. make sure they live in hell. oh! set them on fire!"
"...that's pretty dark."
"yeah..." she smiled. "but I prefer to watch nice things after a long time. have you ever seen that 'regular show' show on cartoon network?!? that's amazing!" I was relieved to hear something other then her dark side. "just...fan...tastic...." she closed her eyes.
I shook her again. "Tiffany, you cant sleep." she didn't wake. "Tiffany? Tiffany?!?"

Tiffany's pov
I awoke with Leo shaking me. "Tiffany! please wake up!" he sounded panicked. I looked at him and he smiled. "are you okay?"

I sat up and looked around me. "why am I in the main room?" I asked.

"you fell asleep but I couldn't wake you up. you've been out for hours. how do you feel?"

"head hurts and I feel sick to my stomach... at least thinking doesn't feel weird anymore, right?"

"I guess. listen, our maters are going to be back in 2 days. are you going to be fine?"

"I have had a stick in my leg before with no tears. I have had a shelf in my skull at 3 years old with no tears. I think I'll be fine."

"...maybe we should-"

"I'm fine." I smiled. "really." I looked to the TV and seen Don was watching the discovery channel. it was a bunch of naked people to say the least. sure they were censored but, I still had to have a say. "look! a naked jamboree!"

"excuse me?"
"nudist shindig, birthday suit extravaganza, bare epedermous get together, cheek to cheek party, no clothing hootenanny?"

"I get it." Leo said with a flat tone. "I think you'll be fine."

"when am I not?"

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Tiffany's pov
"are you sure you can handle yourselves?" Shifu asked the turtles and I.
"of course." I assured him.
Splinter looked at us in doubt. "My Dear, are you completely sure? last time we left you 5 alone you did a absurd challenge that gotten them sick."
"to be fair, I didn't do it. lactose intolerant, remember?"
Splinter and Shifu have decided to take a trip for the weekend. this trip was for their spirit harness stuff, I wasn't paying much attention. anyway, they were nervous about leaving us alone because every time they have so far, we have done weird internet challenges. boys will be boys but apparently, its worse because I'm the girl. the goth girl with a Mohawk was left in charge of watching them until Raph convinced them they could watch themselves. Mikey pushed past me and nudged our masters to the door. "see? we'll be fine. you crazy kids have fun and send post cards. K? bye!"
our masters had their bags on their backs and stood in the door way. "alright then. we will be back in 3 days. be carful." Shifu said as they closed the door.
the moment the door was closed, Mikey ran to the window and watched our masters walk away. as soon as they were out of sight, Mikey pumped his fist in the air. "no adults!!!"
"ummm, aren't we 18?" I asked.
"...shut up..." he ran into my room and ran back into the main room with my laptop. "funny internet videos?" he sat on the couch with his feet on the coffee table.
"yeah... while you do that, I'm working on the battle shell." Donnie said walking away.
Raph and Leo walked up to me. "Raph and I are about to spar. wanna join?" Leo asked.
"weapons, sweat, and muscles... how can ya say no?" Raph asked flexing.
"no thanks." I smiled. "I'll watch videos with Mikey."
"if ya say so." they walked away.
I sat down next to Mikey and looked at the screen. we was typing in challenges for teens. "Mikey, what are you doing?"
"finding something to do."
"you heard Splinter."
"he said what happened last time we did one. he never said we couldn't do another one."
"warhead challenge, bloody mouths. milk challenge, you guys had stomach aches. really, why cant we do something civil like chess or golf?"
"are you 90? wheres the excitement?" he clicked on one. "oh! oh! what about this?" he turned the screen to me and I watched.
a man was reading the wrapper of a condom before opening it. he was talking about some challenge. next thing I knew, he put it up his nose and snorted it. he began coughing before pulling it out of his mouth. "oh my god! no! we are not doing that!"
"why???"
"do you really want to shove a condom up your nose? what would Raph say?"
"who cares?"
"umm, do you really want to walk around with the name Trojan sniffer?"
"...lets look for something else." he clicked on another. "does McDonalds deliver?"
"no."
"can you get like 200 nuggets?"
"with what, my good looks?"
"well.... that might get us a 20 piece..."
"excuse me?!?"
"YOUR SO PRETTY!!!" he clicked on another. "but shes smoking..."
"next!" I clicked on another. "too expensive..." I clicked on a different one. "stupid ads!!!" the video started. a woman began eating everything on the Taco Bell menu. "I don't think I can eat that much."
Mikey started bouncing excitingly. "what about this one?!?" he clicked on a video where a group of teens began to eat spoon fulls of cinnamon. "its perfect. we have it already, bored turtles, and reckless minds!"
"what about what could happen?"
"..."
"vomiting?"
"we'll have buckets."
".....okay."
we ran into Donnie's room and simply put him over Mikey's shoulder and ran for the training room. we put him down and stopped the training. "hey." smiled and waved.
"something wrong?" Leo asked.
"well, no. we just came here to ask you guys to participate in our new found tradition."
"that would be?" Donnie asked.
"when the masters are away, the turtles do challenge play!" Mikey slyly said.
"another one?"
"why not?" I looked to Raph and Leo. you see, these two, I can do a face and they melt. I tilted my head down and kept my eyes to them. with puppy eyes, I swayed my body side to side and asked. "please?"
they looked at each other for a moment. "what do we get out of it?" Raph asked.
"how about this? everyone gets to suggest a challenge and we do it. since me and Mike have one, we cant suggest one. the rule is, it has to be edible. that way, no one can get hurt with condoms or ice."
"what???"
"don't worry about it. now, what about it?"
"spice challenge. we take everythin' spicy in the house, mix it, eat it, and see who can last with no milk or noffin'."
"Leo?"
"I don't know. crackers? eat 2 in one minute." he said.
"everyone has to do this one. we have to eat pickled eggs."
"ew. but fine." everyone, to the kitchen!!!" Mikey said in excitement.
I was pouring the blended drink of all things spice in shot glasses I hide from Splinter and Shifu. they still reeked from whiskey but the spice was over powering it. this drink was made of chili peppers, ghost peppers, satin shit, stfu sauce, and zombie habanero peppers. everyone looked at the shot glasses. "who goes first?" Raph asked.
"no one." I told him. "we all do it at the same time." I picked mine up. "well mates...cheers." I tipped my glass then drank it. everyone followed. "tastes great. little tart but good." I took another shot. the turtles thought something else.
"WHERE THE FUCK IS THE MILK???"
the turtles crowded the fridge as they went after the milk. Donnie was trying to withstand the heat by covering his face. "don't touch you face!" I told him.
"oh my god! my eyes!!! MY EYES!!!" Donnie flipped out. Leo began pouring milk on Don's face. Mikey was drinking the ketchup with a straw like a juice box and Raph was keeping his face in ice.
it was a good hour later when the sun was going down and we all sat at the table after cleaning the milk off the floor. Mikey was still drinking from a straw out of the bottle. we looked at him questioningly. "what?" he asked.
"your mouth is still hot?" Leo asked.
"no. it just tastes good."
I rolled my eyes. "I say we try Leo's not manly, racist cracker challenge."
Leo looked at me in confusion. "how is it racist?"
"I am a really pale girl. you and your stupid crackers, you jerk." I joked.
"ha ha ha, now start."
lets just say, nothing happened. we couldn't do it but nothing happened. now the eggs were a different story. when Don took the jar out I gaged. "oh my god, they look like shaved testacies in a jar."
Raph busted out laughing. "really?" Donnie asked in disbelief.
"something you need to tell us?"
"no, why?"
"you suggested we eat balls."
"their eggs!"
"they don't look like it." I had Mikey laughing and Leo was trying not to.
"just take one." Don said while handing us each an egg.
"you know, I wasn't thinking about it, didn't even notice it. but after Tiffany said something, it does look like balls." Mikey said in almost a childish way. he brought it up to his nose and sniffed it. "is this what testies smell like?" he poked it. "Tiff, you slept with Splinter. is this how balls feel like?" he had everyone but me and Raph blushing. we were close to rolling on the floor laughing.
"these are shaved ones so I couldn't say." I managed to choke out from my laughter.
"okay! come on. focus." Don said. "I suggested this because I thought it was gross."
"this conversation is gross too." Raph snickered.
"he asked!" I told him. "okay, one...two...three!" we took a bite. "hm... so this is what balls taste like." Leo spat out his egg laughing. "hmmm salty." I smiled.
"you suck." Donnie said snickering.
"damn straight." I tipped my glass then took another shot of the hot drink we had earlier.
"can we do ours next?" Mikey asked.
"...why not? alright, Knucklehead. go get the whatever." Raph said.
Mikey went to get the cinnamon. he came back with it and opened it. "everyone take a spoon." he handed out plastic spoons. we each took a bite. wasn't bad but we all spat it out when Mikey said, "and this is what Tiffany's perfume tastes like."
"how do you even know that???" Leo asked.
I was laughing so hard I started choking.
Leo's pov
we were all laughing at Mikey when I heard a gagging noise. I looked over to my gothic friend to see her choking. "Tiffany, are you okay?" she stood up and ran to the fridge but slipped and hit the back of her head on the counter. "oh my shell!" we ran over to her. she was holding her head in pain. "are you okay?"
"I think so." she said. she sat up. "whoa.... too fast..." she laid back down.
I picked her up and carried her to the living room. I sat her on the couch. "how are you feeling?" Don asked.
"like I hit my head."
"let me see." he moved her Mohawk around to see the bruise on her head. "its going to leave a bump. tell me everything your feeling."
"umm... headache...pressure, nausea, feels weird to think..."
"okay then." Don looked to us. "may I speak with you guys in private?" we went back to the kitchen. "its clear she is going to have some concussion but I wont know the severity of it until later. in three hours, I'll ask her what she is feeling. until then, keep her awake. I'm going to go through her medical journal to see what we can do."
"I don't think she hit it that hard." Mikey said.
"she could have rattled her brain in her skull. that could cause bleeding and if that's the case, we may need to take her to the hospital."
"...opps."
"lets just see what happens." I suggested.
we waited and he came back with new information. "its a big one. I think shes bleeding."
"why?"
he opened the door. "Tiffany? can you come in here?"
we heard thumps in the room. we looked in the living room and she was falling on the floor. "what do we do?" Raph asked. "our mastas are gonna be back in a few days. if they see her like this then we're dead!"
"are you suggesting they play favorites?"
"shes a girl, there girl! she does the cutie act and they melt like we did!"
"just give her crackers and medication. if it gets worse then we might have to take further measures."
"like?"
"drill holes."
"where?!?"
"her head."
"what?!?"
I left the room and helped her on the couch. "are you okay."
"hmm hmmh mh m"
"what?"
"I said I'll be fine, Leo."
"you hit your head pretty hard. there talking about drilling holes in your head."
she chuckled. "seems legit."
"your not scared?"
"as a person? yes. as a woman of medical knowledge? terrified. I know my possible fate. yet, I will not back down."
"that's pretty gutsy." I said. she smiled at me before holding her head in her hands. "pressure?" she nodded.
Don walked in the room. "I dont think she should sleep for the next 24 hours. so keep her awake with anything."
"got it. what are you going to do?"
"read more articles."
"alright then." Don walked away and Tiffany stood up. "where do you think your going?"
"you know I cant sit here like this. I'm going for a walk around the house. maybe see what Mikey is up to."
"just...be carful. if you fall down the stairs, its all over."
"I got this." she smiled. she stumbled down the hall with me left in concern.
Tiffany's pov
wow... my head felt like it was pressured. I felt sick, dizzy, and other things but I am not one to sit down. I hate sitting. I walked around the house looking for anything to do. Don was reading, Leo waiting me to rest, Mikey's video games were giving me a headache. Raph was no where to be seen. I went in his room to see a open window. with the sun down and us being in the middle of the country, I didn't worry about anyone seeing him. I looked to the ground to see his shadow. I grabbed the tree branch and held on. climbing up, I felt dizzy to the point my foot slipped. I gasped and tried to hold anything.my feet couldn't catch anything and my grip was slipping. all of a sudden, my foot caught something. no, something caught me. something held my foot firmly up. I looked down to see Raph holding me up. he helped me up to the roof and chuckled. "I don't think the girl with a concussion should be climbin' trees."
"yeah... what are you doing up here?"
"nothin'."
I smelled something off. it smelled like my grandparents house. "whats that smell?"
"oh...I- uhh...was just lightin' one up."
smoking??? "oh."
we both sat down next to each other. he took out 2 cigarettes and lit them. he took one out of his mouth and handed it to me. I held it between 2 fingers like one should. he looked at me in confusion. "are you a smoker?"
"I used to be."
"really? didn't guess. when?"
"when I was 9 years old."
"what???"
"I was living with my grandparents at the time and they are heavy smokers."
"wow...they suck, huh?"
"yeah... cant trust them worth shit."
"really?"
"yup. promised a lot of things but never gave. only took. promised to take me to a friends funeral.... gave every excuse not to on the day... now I have to live with the fact the last thing I told him was a lie...basterds.... you know what? I need to sleep."
"need help?"
"...maybe."
"okay." he put out the stick and picked me up. "lets go."
Leo's pov
I walked down the halls to Tiffany's room to check on her. when I opened the door to see her sleeping. I went to wake her when Raph jumped me. turns out, he was sitting in her beanbag chair on her laptop while she was sleeping. he held my mouth and dragged me into the hall. "what are ya doin?" he asked. he released me.
"shes sleeping!"
"yeah."
"she cant do that!"
"just leave her alone. I'm keepin' a eye on her."
"but she cant sleep. she could die!"
"she'll be fine. she wanted ta sleep so I let her. sue me."
"I... don't believe this." I walked in her room and shook her awake. when she awoke, my anger faded. I sat next to her while she leaned into my chest. "whats going on?" she asked.
"nothing. you cant sleep for another few hours."
"but I'm tired."
"I know but its too dangerous. you could die. do you really want to not wake up???" she shook her head. I felt something wet run down my chest. looking down, I seen her crying. "whats wrong? is it what I said? I didn't mean it like that." a pit grew in my stomach.
"that's *sniff* not it."
"then what?"
"I don't know!" she started laughing. I lifted her up and carried her to the living room.
"Don?" I called. I set Tiffany on the couch and ran into the kitchen. "Don, she went nuts!"
"excuse me?" he asked.
"shes acting weird..."
"show me."
we walked back in the living room to see Tiffany and Mikey talking. "haha, dude, your acting funny."
"no your funny! HAHAHAHAHA!*SNORT* HAHAHA!!!"
"what did you give her?" I asked. "you must have-"
"1600 mg of ibuprofen. plus, she is emotional from the bump of her head." Don answered.
"isn't that...oh, lets see...bad?"
"she was in pain. I guess it was too much?"
"you tell me." I said while gesturing to Tiffany. she was laying on the couch with her limbs spread out. she was listening to Mikey's rambling and laughing.
"so I was telling jack-star97 that we needed to collect the extra bullets after we took out the solders but he went to get them anyway. do you believe it? he lead them to us! got us killed!" he wailed his limbs about dramatically.
she laughed. "ha ha, priorities. your doing it wrong."
"thank you! you get it."
"you tell that royal flank to learn practical tactics first before he even buys the fucking controller or game."
"what does flank mean?"
"its-"
"okay!" I interrupted. "Tiffany? why don't we take you back to your room and you can watch a movie?" I asked in a light tone. a tone you would speak to a child with.
"is it Howard The Duck?"
"...sure?"
she reached her arms out to me. "okay!" she smiled. I picked her up and took her to her room. once I lied her on the couch, she grabbed my arm. "stay."
"but...I need to-"
"stay with me?"
"don't you think that would be weird?"
"we're friends, right? why would it be?" tears formed in her eyes. "did I do something wrong?!?"
"no, no!" I hate to see her cry. I sat next to her on her couch. she hates being normal so she uses a couch instead of a bed. she lied down. I lied down next and she rested her head on my shoulder. I was on the edge with a foot rested on the ground holding me up.
"I feel weird..."
I wrapped my arms around her. "I know but I'm here. I'll stay with you till you snap out of it."
"hehe~"
"what?"
"you smell like the dojo...sandlewood..."
"I meditated in there."
"hmmm..."
she closed her eyes. "no, no." I gave her a shake. "stay awake."
she smiled and started singing, "sunshine, sunshine! ladybugs awake! clap your hooves and do a little shake! HAHA!" she stopped soon. "I hate my little pony..." she said in a depressing tone. "but I love murdershy, pinkamina, molestia, and other dark stories of it. makes me feel... sadistic..." she looked up at me. "don't you ever feel this way? blood thirsty? craving revenge? like... if you could find the one person who wronged you... you would tare them apart... drink in there misery and take you time slicing and slicing..." she smiled. "like your cutting little cookies... their bad so I bet the cookies taste bad. what do you think?"
"...I wouldn't know...I don't make cookie people... are you sure your feeling okay?"
"fine really."
"and... you don't either? you don't make people into cookies, right?"
"blah, not in my taste. to have someone enjoy them is too good for them. I say, if they do a bad thing, make them suffer for it."
"what do you mean?"
"say, we have a child molester. since they love touching kids, stop it. cut of their hands. then, at their most depressed state and their crying for you to end it, don't. let them live like that. when they get used to it, end it. make sure they live in hell. oh! set them on fire!"
"...that's pretty dark."
"yeah..." she smiled. "but I prefer to watch nice things after a long time. have you ever seen that 'regular show' show on cartoon network?!? that's amazing!" I was relieved to hear something other then her dark side. "just...fan...tastic...." she closed her eyes.
I shook her again. "Tiffany, you cant sleep." she didn't wake. "Tiffany? Tiffany?!?"

Tiffany's pov
I awoke with Leo shaking me. "Tiffany! please wake up!" he sounded panicked. I looked at him and he smiled. "are you okay?"

I sat up and looked around me. "why am I in the main room?" I asked.

"you fell asleep but I couldn't wake you up. you've been out for hours. how do you feel?"

"head hurts and I feel sick to my stomach... at least thinking doesn't feel weird anymore, right?"

"I guess. listen, our maters are going to be back in 2 days. are you going to be fine?"

"I have had a stick in my leg before with no tears. I have had a shelf in my skull at 3 years old with no tears. I think I'll be fine."

"...maybe we should-"

"I'm fine." I smiled. "really." I looked to the TV and seen Don was watching the discovery channel. it was a bunch of naked people to say the least. sure they were censored but, I still had to have a say. "look! a naked jamboree!"

"excuse me?"
"nudist shindig, birthday suit extravaganza, bare epedermous get together, cheek to cheek party, no clothing hootenanny?"

"I get it." Leo said with a flat tone. "I think you'll be fine."

"when am I not?"