Leo
"Come on Y/n, you have to take your pain meds! That's what the doctor said." Leo pleaded, as you were curled up in the bed with a large fluffy blanket.
"I don't need them," You said dully, trying to block out the voices in your head. They had started ever since Shredder had totured the four of you, and you closed your eyes to try to shut them out. Leo, the voices, Shredder, the screams...any of it, all of it. You just wanted it to go away.
Suddenly Leo's hand was gently pulling your face up towards him, and you felt him wipe tears away that you weren't aware that started.
"Y/n, I'm worried about you." He said gently, and you could see the worry in his eyes. "I just want to help you get better, and I'm scared that you're not getting better."
"You're right Leo, I'm not getting better!" You snapped, suddenly angry. "Shredder totured me for information that I didn't have, and I thought I was going to die! He dug into my skin with sharp blades, with harsh words, with stares, and I never felt so hopeless!" You were crying by the end of it, and Leo pulled you into his lap, rocking and soothing you gently, kissing the top of your head.
"Shh, Y/n," He said, as you cried into his shoulder. "Shh, it'll be ok, you'll get stronger, shh..."
When you were finally cried out, Leo crawled into bed with you, and snuggled with you. It was at this moment just how deeply in love you were with this amazing turtle.

Raph
"I said I don't want to take them!" You said tiredly, pushing away the pain pills that Raph was trying to give you.
"Come on, Y/n, please? I'm worried about you." Raph begged, but you tuned him out, pulling the fluffy blanket closer around you. You were freezing, had been since you got out of the hospital, and had stopped eating as well, except for the occasional piece of toast.
The hunger pains you got were fierce, but you reveled in them, because they allowed you to feel something. All you wanted to do was to feel something again, anything except the full throbbing from your body and the screaming voices in your head.
"Oh, Y/n, what did he do to you," Raph sighed, wiping tears from your face and you realized with a start that you were crying.
"Everything Raph, he was cruel, he tortured, he cut me, he hit me, he hit me where it hurt the most. every. single. time." You cried, burying your face into Raph's shoulder, as he rubbed soothing circles on your back.
"Shh Y/n, I have you now, he won't ever hurt you again, shh..." Raph whispered, kissing the top of your head. When you were finally done, you realized that you felt much better. Raph tucked you in to some more blankets, and crawled in next to you, snuggling you. You realized then how lucky you were to love somebody as amazing as him.

Donnie
"Y/n you have to take them. I know they taste nasty, but they'll help!" Donnie pleaded with you. You were holed up in a corner of the room, wasting away, wearing the same clothes you had come home from the hospital in. "I said I don't want to take them." You whispered.
A knife was clutched loosely in your hand, not that Donnie saw it, but it was just for protection. You jumped at every little noise, and in between you were numb to the world, the voices in your head getting increasingly louder.
"Y/n, can you even hear me? I'm worried about you!" Donnie said. A small thud registered in your body, and with a startled cry, you flung the knife towards the wall in front of you, narrowly missing Donnie's head.
The voices were screaming in your head now, and you clutched your ears, howling for them to stop, screaming for Donnie, and most of all screaming for it to "stop! Please stop, I don't know anything, I've told you everything I know, please, no, don't hurt me!"
You felt Donnie pick you up and cradle you to him gently, wiping away the hot tears that were rolling down your face. "Shh, Y/n, I've got you now, nothing can get you now, I'll never let anything get you, shh..." Donnie whispered, gently rocking you back and forth like a baby.
He laid you into bed and tucked blankets around you before crawling in next to you. You were exhausted, but felt much better having cried yourself out. As Donnie snuggled next to you, you were suddenly very grateful that you had found someone that you loved so much, and that loved you back even more.

Mikey
"Y/n, please dudette! They'll help make you feel better!" Mikey begged, holding out your pain meds for the day. You had curled up in Mikey's bed, facing the wall across the room, and hadn't moved or spoken since you got back from the hospital (except to go to the bathroom of course). "Y/n, please, I'm worried about you!"
"I don't want them." You said lifelessly, barely blinking. The voices in your head were loud, and you found it easier to listen them than to fight them. They were cruel, they sounded like Shredder, and you didn't care. All you wanted to do was waste away, it would make the voice leave, make Mikey stop crying every time he saw you, and it would make it easier to not see hollow eyes in the bathroom every time you had to pee.
And then Mikey was there, pulling you close to him, combing through your hair, and wiping away your tears as you sobbed on his shoulder, kissing your head. "Shh, Y/n, you're safe with me now, I won't ever let you go, you're safe, and I'm never letting you go, shh..." Mikey whispered, hugging you close.
When you finally were all cried out, Mikey tucked you into bed, and snuggled in next to you, warming you, and you realized how much you felt better. And suddenly it hit you how much Mikey loved you, and just how much you loved him back.