TMNT Shorts and One Shots

Y/N x Donnie Sick Day💜

-----This story is dedicated to my best friend in the whole fucking world, Taylor(@sc0pophob1a) there is an entire subplot where Leo thinks you hate him, sorry I'm a slut for drama, love, JP the great-----

     You wake up feeling like you just got hit by a bus. You sit up, hoping that it's just an early morning migraine. While walking to the bathroom you realize how bright everything in the lair suddenly is. You cover your eyes, trying to avoid the lights around you.

     The sound of footsteps approaching feels like someone shaking your entire skull. You recognize the steps as Leo's. "Morni-" he starts.

     "SHUT. UP." you say forcefully, putting up one hand to stop him. "Please, shut up."

     His shock is almost palpable. He passes you up, walking a bit faster, trying to get away.

     You feel a guilty, but you have other priorities. You walk into the bathroom and close the door behind you. Upon turning on the water, the noise in the bathroom becomes intensely overwhelming.

     You look into the mirror and see the dark circles under your eyes. "Shit." you mumble under your breath. Being sick while in the lair is one of the most draining experiences possible. A knock on the door reverberates through your body.

     "Hey, Y/N," you hear Donnie say, "Leo said something is wrong." the concern in his voice rattles you.

     You turn the water off and open the door, immediately Donnie knows something is very wrong. You rapidly become very light headed, falling into his arms. He catches you, confused.

     Donnie, panicked, picks you up and brings you to his lab. He kicks the curtain separating the entrance aside and carries you to his couch. He lays you down, trying his best to be gentle with you.

     He puts one palm on your forehead. "Ohmigosh, you're burning up." he says, knowing you can't hear him. Donnie props your head up with a pillow and leaves to get you a glass of water.

     You open your eyes to see that all of the lights are already off. You didn't realize before how cold you felt. You reach around, hoping something close can cover you up so you don't freeze to death. You reach your hand to grab his hoodie. You drape it over your torso, not having the energy to put it on properly.

     Donnie walks back in, his foot steps uneven and rushed. He sets the water down on the side table and grabs your hand. "Hey," he says softly, "you passed out, what's going on?" The concern in his voice gives you a strange feeling. "Not to mention you're running a fever." He looks around his lab, trying to find something.

     Donnie pulls a thermometer from a drawer in his desk. "Here," he says, "put this in your mouth." He puts the thermometer in your mouth, under your tongue.

     Your eye lids feel heavy. "Donnie," you mumble, "I think I might be sick." A small laugh escapes him.

     "Well, obviously you're sick." he says. "Healthy people don't usually pass out like that." he snickers.

     He checks the thermometer after it beeps. "Shit," he mutters, "102 degrees." He furrows his eyebrows slightly. "You aren't moving from this couch until that fever goes down." he says sternly.

     You groan. You hate to be in one place all day, especially if you're sick. "I'll get Mikey to make you some soup, he does that type of thing." He pulls out his phone to text Mikey. "Until that's ready, I'll be right here." He pulls a cushion out from under the couch and sits on it. He lays his head against the arm of the chair and takes your hand in his.

     Just then, Mikey races through the door. "OHMIGOSH" he yelps, "Y/N, what's wrong?" he asks frantically.

     Donnie stands up between you both. "Be quiet, Angelo. They're sensitive to noise right now." he says.