Shocking to their eyes. | TMNT x Male Turtle Mutant Reader

Chapter 8

You flatter your eyes open to see four shadows cover you. "Y/N, you're awake!" Mikey exclaimed happily. "I wish I wasn't awake. I feel like throwing up endlessly then start to cough up blood." You say blankly. The turtles glared at you with a worried look.

"It looks as if the Shredder is a problem that will not go away. And we've dragged Y/N and [M/N] (mom's name) into this." A brown-white rat appears. He was wearing a red robe. Mama follows alongside him.

"Y/N, how are you feeling?" Mama asks. You say you feel fine. Mama nods. "Maybe no patrols--or going to the surface for a while. Until you heal." Mama says, dipping her head. "But--Mama-" You protest, sitting up. 

It's been a week since your last incident. And apparently, according to the brown-white rat, Shredder is a problem to your family and the turtles family. You've been recovering. The four turtles had been training non-stop at their sewer home. You felt terrible as if it was your fault for this to happen.

You've been in your room, holding your stab wound that was covered in bandages. You've been throwing up endlessly, it was either blood or stomach acid. It wasn't the best feeling, and you've been feeling down. As if you could never recover and heal. 

You sigh, gripping your pillow. Angry tears filled your eyes, as you sobbed quietly. You faced the wall that was behind your bed. You punched your pillow, sobbing non-stop. Until a knock at your door. Your eyes widened, as you wiped your now puffy eyes. 

"Who is it?" You mumble, trying to cover up that you were crying. "It's Leo and Donnie--can we come in?" A voice says. Two turtles were checking up on you, and it was the cool color masked turtles. "I--sure-." You say. The door opens, as it creeks. "Are you alright?" Donnie asks. You nod. "How are you holding up?" "I could be doing better."  You sigh. 

You groan. "It's been years and I still haven't healed-!" "It's only been a week, Y/N. I'm sure you'll be healed in about a month. And at least you aren't training 24/7." Leo snorts. "I rather train than heal." You pouted.  "Can I check your wounds?" Donnie asks.

You froze. You've kept fighting back tears, acting as if you weren't crying. If he checks, you'll burst out in tears. You'd just have to keep fighting them back. Should he? If he does, you'll know if it's infected or not. But, if he doesn't, we--they don't know what it'd look like. 

"Y/N?" Donnie says, snapping you out of your mind. You nod. He scoots closer to you. You move your arms, as he unwraps the bandage. Your wounds looked disgusting. "Ew." You snorted. "What?" Donnie asks. "It looks like throw up." You wrinkled up your nose. Donnie chuckles. It was obviously forced.

"May I touch it?" Donnie stares at you [e/c] eyes. He stared into them, as you stared into his chocolate-red eyes. His face heats up, as he blinks away. You nod. Leo raises a brow, looking officially jealous. Donnie reaches his hand out, touching your stab wounds. You wince in pain. 

"It seems to be getting better," Donnie nods. He grabs more gauze and grabbed rubbing alcohol to clean your wound. He pours the rubbing alcohol on the gauze, then wrapped it around your plastron. You start feeling the sting. "It's gonna hurt." Donnie looks at you with worry in his eyes. "Didn't bother to tell me this earlier?" You say, gritting your teeth. "Sorry--we can leave," Donnie mumbles. You nod. Donnie gets up, walking out. Leo follows.

Leo closes your door quietly, walking off. Your eyes widened, leaving pain from the rubbing alcohol. You lay down, squinting your eyes shut. Only for tears to stream down your face as if it was a heavy waterfall. You went back to doubting you'll heal.