The sliding door opens and I almost jump. Splinter is standing there, stroking his beard and raising his eyebrow. "I believe you were to stay on the couch." He states.

I let out a sheepish grin and nod. I slowly make my way back to the couch. As I finally reach sweet victory and can sit down, I hear Don calling me.

"April, we gotta get to the lab. I'll be there in a second to help you out.The drugs are wearing off, yore gonna need a refill."

I sigh and get back up. Might as well get a head start. Don was right, though. Pain was slowly coming back. I turn the corner, mastering the art of using a chair for a walker.

"Oh, lemme help you there." Don says, rushing over.
I hold onto his shoulder as he supports my back. I have to admit, this is pretty close. I guess we're thinking the some thing, because the second our eyes meet, we both blush and turn away. This got awkward real fast.

After an agonizingly silent trip to the lab, we make it. I haul myself onto the counter, trying to whistle a tune. Eventually, I need to stop, because a bruise on my cheek is feeling really sore.

Donnie then approaches me holding a few injections filled with a clear liquid. My eyes grow wide and I shake my head.

"I, uh, thought I was getting pills." My voice sounds hoarse and I back away a bit.

"These are more effective and faster." Donnie says, rubbing my arm with a sterilizer. I stare at the shot as it nears my body.

"Just look away, it hurts a lot less like that." Don instructs.
Seconds after I turn my head, a needle plunges straight into my arm. I grimace and cover my eyes. Needles have always creeper me out.

"Are we done now?" I ask, a strain in my voice.

"Nope, just two more." Don says, trying to sound comforting.

"Just." I mutter bitterly. Thankfully, Don finishes them as quickly as he can.

"There are going to be side effects. Impaired judgement, nausea, mild fevers." Donnie lists, checking a notebook.

"How long is it going to take for me to get better, Doc?" I say with a smile, waving my bandaged legs back and forth.

"Well, I'm not sure. I'll estimate a month or more." Donnie says as he starts replacing the bandages to my shoulder.

I groan and lean my head against the cabinet. "There's no chance you could just staple me up and send me off, eh?"