ROTTMNT Stuff (And Some 2k12)

"I Am Real and You Are Not"

Whine. . .

"What the- 'Tello?"

Flinch

"Donnie. . ? Hey, you alright—?" The blue-clad slider inched closer from the doorway he had entered through, reaching a hand out as he made his way towards the bed of the hopefully not hurt softshell. Shit you aren't hurt are you—? He thought. He merely received another faint whine.

"No. . No stop- Please no I'm sorry—"

"Donnie—? Hey, hey it's alright!" He cooed, stopping beside the bed and noticing the softshell in question still apparently asleep. So it's a nightmare—? It was more of a questioning tone, though quickly realizing the observation was likely correct and sighing softly.

"Stop. . Stop please I'm sorry I didn't mean to. . Please don't go. . ." He murmured, tears pricking his eyes as he held a death grip on the blankets draped over him.

He just said please twice in one sentence. Oh something is definitely wrong—

"Hey, hey Dee it's alright I'm not leaving, wake up it's just a dream—" He reassured, gently placing a hand on the latter's shoulder before pulling back when he flinched harshly. Oh my gods what is happening—?! He was much more alarmed now, especially at such an abrupt and fearful action.
He whined, shrinking in on himself as if to make himself look smaller. "Please don't. . Not again please—" The tears grew, eventually spilling over onto the pillow below him. He pressed his face into it a bit.
"No, no no Dee wake up— Wake up it's not real—" He spoke firmer, only earning a smaller—but still very noticeable—flinch. His heart sank a little more, shaking his head lightly before reluctantly grabbing his purple-themed twin and pulling him in for a hug. He must be in a really bad nightmare to not have woken up by now—
The genius merely latched onto him tightly, shoving his face into the crook of his neck and nuzzling as he wrapped his arms around his neck like that of a small child. "Please no. . Please don't leave me— Not again I don't wanna be hurt again. . ." He murmured, body trembling a scarily noticeable amount.
His heart only dropped at the statement. His eyes widened significantly, arms instinctively wrapping back around him in a firm and protective—and yet still hopefully comforting—hold. "Hey, hey, no it's alright. . I'm not leaving nothing's gonna hurt you—" He cooed softly, resting his head atop of the others gently. "It's just a nightmare. . Not real, not real." He continued reassuring, beginning to gently pat the latter in a soothing pattern. He hoped it would help at least a little more. He should have been awake by now.

He took in a shaking breath, murmuring something else almost inaudible to the sliders hearing, almost.
The slider froze, eyes watering as his mouth hung agape. Did he just- No. . No no no— He shook his head and hugged him tighter, pressing the side of his face into the other's to comfort him, and admittedly, himself. "No, no hey buddy you gotta wake up. Whatever's happening right now in your nightmare isn't real, none of it is. Please wake up man." He began to gently pat his back instead, hoping that would help.
"Click. Click. Click." He merely verbalized, emphasized by a small click of his tongue as his hold tightened. "Click. Click—"
Why is he- Oh my god. . Oh no, no—! "'Tello wake up, you gotta wake up now!" He released his hug, shifting a hand up to tap his face gently. "Wake up dude—" He began to freak out even more as he felt the small spasms from the scientist, who had apparently been reliving that horrible building event all over again. Muscle memory— His medic mind supplied. Where is everyone else?!
The spasms continued, before a harsh flinch had possibly concluded the nightmare.
"Dee, please please wake up man. . . C'mon dude." He whispered, tears of his own beginning to form. "Please. ."
"L- Leo—" The softshell croaked faintly, the spasms finally stopping. His body continued to tremble like mad, though.
He was startled by the sudden voice, but let out a breath he hadn't known he'd been holding right after. "Hey, hey, you alright? You awake—?" He asked quietly.
He merely let out a pitiful whine, his hold finally loosening around the sliders neck. "'M sorry. . . 'M sorry Leo—" He murmured. It really hurt to talk.