Leo x Muslim Reader

Chapter 3 (rewrite/upgrade)

Chapter 3: Hospitality

a week ago

Donnie scanned your body worrily. His fingers gently held your wrist to find your fading pulse. "Black eye. Bloody lips and nose. Head injury. Sprained ankles. Bruised sides," he listed.

Raph nearing his brother. "Will she be okay?" he asked.

Donnie rubbed his face, feeling his stress building up every second. "I- I'm not sure yet. Everything on her body will heal but her head... I'm worried if she'll have a concussion," Donnie sighed.

Leo leaned on the walls, feeling his body weakened somehow. He had only met you two days ago and it felt as if he was holding the pressure of the world on his shoulders when he saw your injured figure. If he was focused enough, he could hear your breathing. Slow and soft. As if it was fading slowly. Leo bit his lower lip, fists tightened at his sides.

"Can you fix her?" Raph asked.

Donnie wiped your nose gently using the cloth he had grabbed from Mr Murakami's store earlier. "I- I can. But my stuff is back in the lair so I have to go back and grab them," he informed.

Leo stepped up. "Will you make in time if you go back?" he asked, hugging himself as his eyes never left your unconcious body.

Donnie rubbed his neck nervously. "I- I think so. But I have to leave now, so I'm trusting you with (Y/N), Leo. Raph, come with me," Donnie motioned the window. Raph nodded and jumped out of the window. Donnie held the window sill before turning around to give Leo the last reminder. "Oh, and try to stop the blood as much as you can," he ordered. Leo nodded in determination.

Leo watched Donnie jumped after Raph with a soft frown. Leo bit his lower lip. He took a clean clothe you had in the bathroom and gently took off your hijab, wishing your God won't get mad at him for doing so.

present

Your eyes fluttered open slowly. Wincing when the morning light entered your eyes with your consent as you closed back your eyes. Once your eyes got used to the light, you opened them slowly once more. Your bedroom's ceiling greeted you as usual; plain cream coloured painted your disgusting looking ceiling like usual was full in your display. You wondered why your body ached and felt heavy. It felt like yesterday when you're on your way to Mr Murakami's store. What happened...? How are you on your bed...?

You tried to raise your body and you let out a cry when your lower abdomen stung badly. You laid back on the bed, your hand pressed on your lower abdomen in pain. You panted heavily, slowly lifting your body using your elbow as a supporter to your upper body. Your eyebrows furrowed deeply, wondering to why your body was in such pain. Your shaky hands slowly trying to lift your shirt up but then your eyes caught something white wrapped around your hands, up to your upper elbows. Your eyes widened in fear, feeling yourself starting to hyperventilating. You examined your arm, the bandages wete neatly hugged around your bruised arm. Tilting your arm, you saw the bandages continued and stopped until your upper elbow. You heavily panted, face scrunching in confusion, fear and starting to feel nausea.

You quickly lifted your shirt up, eyes widening further when you saw your stomach was bandaged neatly up to your chest. You panted again, breathing became faster and faster in panic.

"What... happened...?" you asked to no one. It was hurt for you to speak for some reason. You reached your hand towards your neck, was deeply surprised to feel more bandages on your neck, wrapping around but not enough to make it hard for you to breathe. You rubbed your face, still feeling shocked of why were you being bandaged.