Warnings: Swearing, blood/medical scenes, breakups, mention of alcohol, slight suggestive themes, um...long chapter
Naeri couldnât believe what she was seeing. Sure, she had heard about the vigilantes, especially after the New York Kraang attack, but she never thought theyâd be actual turtles. Maybe she took one shot too many. But after checking his pulse, she learned quickly that he was, in fact, very much real. And while he was monstrously huge, there was nothing disgusting about the way he looked. The man was...built, to say the least. Leave it to the âcertified monster fuckerâ (or so Karai had dubbed her when she admitted to liking Goliath from Gargoyles) to stumble upon a giant turtle man. Naeri was sure if it had been anyone else from the building that saw him, theyâd freak the hell out before contacting the nearest news outlet. There was no way sheâd let that happen. She knew how the powers that be treated anyone differently. Heck, Naeriâs dealt with her own prejudices back home when she showed up darker than everyone after summer break.Â
A small groan from her new friend brought her back down to earth. This man needed some help, and he needed it now. He was too heavy to carry, and there was no way Naeri could grab one of the carts for luggage downstairs without looking suspicious. She wracked her brain, looking around the roof in hopes that something could be of use. Her eyes settled on the greenhouse; it was damp and full of dead plants and empty pots. But no one had even opened it for a good three years and she was certain the man who owned it had long since passed on. It would have to do for now.
Naeri carefully slid the door open, dust and mold falling from the movement. âShit, this place is a health inspection failure if I ever saw one,â she muttered. After taking a peek inside, she confirmed that there was no one around and even spotted a small mattress. She wasnât sure all of him would fit; an arm, maybe, but it was better than the cold concrete of the roof. If she could get him over there, that is. Naeri took a deep breath and considered her next move carefully. Her heels clicked softly as she approached him and kneeled next to him. âHey...Iâm gonna try to guide you to that mattress there -â she pointed to the one in the greenhouse and swore she could see his eyes follow the motion â- no one else is here, itâs just me. Itâs at least warmer in there, and no one can see you. But youâre gonna have to help me out here, man. Youâre kind of massive.â His eyes opened and shut, fluttering a couple times as he tried to focus his sights on the woman in front of him. He moved his legs slightly, shuddering as his body shifted. âYikes, okay. Um...here, just -just take my hand alright?â One of Naeriâs hands goes to his bicep and the other is held out expectantly. He actually takes it.Â
Now, Naeri was by no means a weak person. But if she hadnât been in a gym for most of her life, he would have most definitely crushed her under his weight. She managed to get him up on his feet; it wasnât that he had lost his strength per se, but more like he had lost quite a bit of blood. Once he was up, it was a whole lot easier to bring him into the greenhouse and set him on the mattress. He stared at Naeri blankly as she brought her hands up. âOkay Iâm gonna be right back,â she started. His eyes widened and one of his rather large hands grabbed her arm in a form of protest. Naeri flinched slightly, but persisted. âIâm gonna get some medical supplies and some snacks to get your blood sugar up. I wonât be far; I promise Iâll be right back, okay, sir?â Her eyes searched his, wondering how much of what she said he could actually understand. He grunted and his fingers twitched. âWh-what?â
âRaph...Raphael,â he finally wheezed out, pointing to himself. First words of the night.
âOh. Oh. Um, Iâm Naeri. Not like âfairyâ, but like Bill âNyeâ, and then air-y. Its a weird name, but itâs the one I got, so...nice to meet you, Raphael.â Naeri patted his arm lightly, and this time Raphael didnât know if it was the blood loss or her touch that made him shudder. All he could think of as he watched how his new acquaintance walked out of the greenhouse was how royally fucked he was.
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Oh God, what do giant turtle men even eat? Naeri had since pulled on a t-shirt and some sweatpants and was now currently in her kitchen clutching a giant comforter to her side, grabbing a couple of sticks of beef jerky and two bottles of gatorade. While she didnât know how much use it would be, she snatched her med kit from the countertop and flew back out of the door to get back to him. She was insane, She had too much too drink. Fuck, it was her birthday; she should be in bed, sleeping. But she was up at ungodly hours to help some hulking turtle guy because it was hard for her to say ânoâ to people. And...shit, is he seriously trying to get up?
Naeri gets back to the greenhouse in time to see Raphael trying and failing to stand on his own, knocking over several plants in the process. At this rate, heâd wake up the whole block. âYouâre going to pass out and fall off the building,â she whispered worriedly, setting her supplies down at his feet Raphael plopped back down with a grunt, complying but saying nothing. She hands him a bottle of gatorade, instructing him to âsip itâ as she looks him over. Most of the bleeding has miraculously stopped, so itâs easier to wipe it away and tend to the giant wound on his side. More than likely this was the one that made him almost pass out on her roof. Naeri canât exactly take him to the hospital so she does what she can.Â
By the time she had finished wrapping a good amount of gauze and bandages on him, it was 2am. And God, was she exhausted. Between the drinks, Karai, and her new.. friend, it was all Naeri could do to not collapse right there next to Raphael. While he was far from ugly, she couldnât stand to think what conclusions sheâd put together after she woke up sober and next to a man. She sighed as she pushed the thought from her mind, wanting nothing more than to crawl into bed and sleep for a hundred years.Â
Raphael looked at her as she worked, torn between not knowing what to say and not wanting to say a damn thing. He could tell she had been drinking, if the tequila on her breath and 21st birthday sash from earlier were any indicators of how her night went. He was hoping to whatever was out there that she woke up and forgot all about him, and that he would do the same. âAlright,â Naeri said, standing abruptly, âItâs late. You donât owe me anything, so if I never see you again: uh, have a nice life I guess. Be careful out there, Raphael.â She shot him a sad, half-drunk smile before handing him the comforter, gathering her things, and leaving him to his own devices.Â
He almost tells her not to go.
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