Of Men and Mutants (Rottmnt Donnie x reader🍋)

Pt 49

The portal closed, leaving you with no one other than Nardo and the monster that you're both trapped with. As you hear the sobbing and pleading from your friends, Nardo tries to keep the Kraang away from you. You simply freak out as you heard Montana scream in pain over the earpiece. It got more difficult when you heard Montana sobbing the question of where you were...

"Why isn't she here?! Dee! W-why isn't she here?!" Monty cried out, earning a sigh from the boy she was speaking to.

"D-don't cry, Montana... P-please don't cry...  I need to- uh- d-deal with your damn legs. Stay still..." Donnie was trying to calm her down and help with a leg injury, but finding it near impossible through his own tears. Meanwhile you were being thrown around with Leo, like a doll. You were soon clinging onto one another, trying to survive the monster in front of you. You hear Leo's shell get crunched, shuttering as you manage to get the Kraang monster off of him. The Kraang hardly reacted as he used the claws of his suit to gash your side, clearing trying to impale you.

"-Whatever you're doing- Keep doing it!" You hear over the earpieces as you felt Leo's arm around your waist. You struggle to look towards a strange source of light while trying to hold your unbearable wounds. As the portal opens, you try to look purely happy, but that was extraordinary hard because you were in a tremendous amount of pain. Nothing will ever compare to the look on their faces as the portal opened.

"Took ya long enough." You and Leo spoke at the same time, being pulled to safety. Without any thought or consideration of your own injuries, you look at Montana as the Mikey worked to close the portal once Leo collapsed on the ground and you made your way through. You smirk, about to make a joke as you get all the way through the portal while Mikey acted fast to place the Kraang back into containment.

"Hey! What do you call a Monty with broken legs a-" You collapsed onto the ground as soon as you felt a light breeze... It was embarrassing until you realized that you were probably dying... Soon, you couldn't really remember seeing or hearing much, just little flashes of blurry colors and muffled shouts and whispers. You tried to move, feeling an unbearable sensation in... everywhere.

"Y__'_L _E _K__ _ P__M_S_!" You... Hear?...

"What the fuck does that mean?" You tried to ask, barely muttering it out loud. Within minutes, you're coming back into the game, now in the barely working Turtle-Tank, hearing multiple voices of shouting from the front seat.

"I'm okay to drive!" Oh, Monty trying to be reliable.

"Montana, both of your legs are broken! You should be in the back with my twin and girlfre-Your friend." Ah, Donnie trying to share logic.

"Reeeal smooth, Dee." Mikey being a sweet little jokester with some sass.

"Thank you for the sarcasm Michael. I'll need to remember it when I'm fixing your hands." Donnie being... oddly proud...?

"Why not let me drive?" Monty being undeniably persistent... But also stupid.

"Because it's my tank. Also, as was stated prior to your restated inquiry; Your legs, Montana!" More of Donnie's logical reasoning.

"Let Raph drive! I need to help somehow..." Oh yay, Raph speaking in the third-person POV un-ironically.

"No! You're practically blind in one eye, and- Ya know what? Michael, move it. Driver's seat now!" Donnie... just let anyone drive. Please, buddy. You have other business to attend.

"Seriously?..." Yeah Mike, move yo ass.

"Yes! Now move it! I'll check on Leo and Yellow again..." Okay. Slip-up, Purple-boi.

"Yellow?" Right? Monty knows what's going on.

"Shut it, Montana." And shut up she did not, dear protagonist's love interest.

As the voices of your friends start to fade in and out, you realize that there was a sew-up job that wasn't done the best on your abdomen where you were stabbed. You were probably so high on painkillers that you didn't feel it when Donnie came over and didn't say a word, just popped your shoulder back into place on your right arm. You nodded, ignoring your obviously broken left arm and starting to redo the stitches on your abdomen. Donnie had thankfully been in the middle of checking on Leo while you started.

You got quite a ways through the stitches when you heard Mikey in the driver's seat, being questioned by Raph and Monty.

"Little man, where'd you even learn to drive? Like, I just- was that Sheep Creep- Or uh... Baron...?" Raphael asked, causing Mikey to glance back for a second before giving a warning to everyone.

"Big turn! Hold onto everyone back there, Dee!"

"Got it Michael."

"Wait what?" Raph asked while Donnie secured Leo, carefully holding onto you. Soon enough, a very illegal turn and hard break caused Donnie to almost throw himself across the Turtle-Tank. Baron Draxum soon stepped into the Turtle-Tank with a strange bag, hurriedly pulling out a few vials and forcing Leo to drink one.

"Don't think, just drink." Draxum said, forcing the apparently disgusting liquid down Nardo's throat. You smirked, finishing your little sewing lesson as you cleared your throat.

"That's what she-"

"-If you say "That's what she said" I will not hesitate to stab you again." Donnie said, earning a laugh from you... everyone else just seemed... worried. While Baron tried to get Montana to take a similar substance, you found yourself feeling faint. Donnie started to freak out as your Tech-Watch started sounding a soft alarm. It started getting louder... And a little louder... And a little louder... Then... everything was quiet...

"Hey honey. I just got the kids to bed... You okay, dear?" That was his voice...

You found yourself ready to respond, not even knowing your situation... Not even questioning it...

"I'm... I'm great... Gal, Circe... Harper, Faren, Celsa, Bruce, Shelldon?... They... They're all..."

"In bed, dear... What's gotten into you?..."

"I... it was just a dream... I'm okay now... I'm awake now..."

"Yeah, you are... Honey, you're starting to scare me. What's going on?... For real."

"... I-... It wasn't important... It was a dream... Just a screwed up, horrible, messy dream... Right?..."

"Sure, honey... It was just a dream."

(Word count: 1074)