/Second Chances/ ROTTMNT!Donnie x reader

The Call (C.H Pt. 3)

~previously~

Thus began a mostly silent day. No one went to Donnie's lab, and neither Donnie nor y/n left.

... Not Yet, at least.

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Y/n's POV

At this point, I'm ready to just give up. Everything I do ends up hurting people one way or another. I can't even sleep now without the fear of my damn ancestor fucking me over.

I've almost killed Donnie three times because of him. I've gotten myself hurt because of him. And now, I'm too scared to sleep, or move, or do anything.

I've been sitting in this damn corner for hours. My butt is asleep and feels weird, I'm about to pass out, I haven't eaten, and the pain medication is starting to wear off.

But I can't do anything about any of it. I can't even call out to Donnie, even though he's sitting just across the room.

That lovable dork was giving me space to feel better, but I know he is watching me closely. He even turned his music down and took off his goggles so he could hear anything that I do.

I'm not totally sure what he's working on, but I believe it may either be Shelldon or the gift for Lavinia.

But I don't want Donnie to give me space. Space is the last thing I need. I want him to talk to me, hold me, distract me, I need him to make the both of us feel better because I can't.

I didn't notice it earlier, but now I know that he was only masking his nerves. He was freaking out, but kept calm so he could help me. And now he's working off that stress, and there's nothing I can do to help him.

I took a deep breath to get out of my thoughts, and I peeked over at Donnie again. His hands were moving slower, and even though I couldn't see his face, I knew he heard me and was listening for any progress.

It nearly made me smile knowing how concerned he was, but what would make me really happy, is seeing Donnie's smile. This entire time, he's done nothing but occupy himself. He hasn't smiled once.

I wanted to see him smile and be happy, he deserves it.

But to make that happen..

I sucked in another breath and finally moved for the first time in hours. It was painful, and not just because of my shoulder. I had cramps in nearly all of my limbs, including the half amputated one.

But despite all of that, I did my hardest to slowly stand up, having to hold onto something in order to initially keep balance.

Of course, me doing this made Donnie quickly spin around. "Y/n- what are you doing? You shouldn't be--" he stood up, but I stopped his badgering by putting my hand up.

He shut up instantly, giving me my chance to painfully stumble my way over to him.

He watched, stunned. I stopped right Infront of him and made direct eye contact. Donnie observed every part of my face, aswell as my covered up shoulder.