I hope you will fall for me (TMNT-Donnie x Reader)

Chapter 5 part 1

A few months went by; battles were fought, lost, won; lessons were learned. The guys and you grew bit by bit. You were still crushing hopelessly on Donnie, as Donnie himself was still trying to figure out his affection towards April. During this time, you had an extra hard time hiding your feelings, a great amount of effort took to hold back from just throwing yourself in Donnie's arms and crying out, "I like you, I really like you, I'm crazy over you, I think I love you!" You would always vent to Master Splinter and he offered the best advice possible, which sometimes worked, other times not so much; you were always in some sort of pain.

Donnie had been working several nights straight without any sleep, and eventually it caught up to him, he caught a virus.

The other turtles cannot get close to him without getting sick themselves, so only you and Master Splinter are able to care for Donnie without worry.

You just returned to the headquarters after shopping for medicine and food ingredients to make meals for Donnie. (He isn't nauseous he just has a low appetite)

"Hey (Y/N)." Mikey piped up from the floor in front of the T.V. You nodded as a greeting and placed the bags on the counter. You took out medicine and a bag of rice and veggies.

"Any improvement with Donnie?" You asked.

"If anything, he's worse, Sensei said after you left that his temperature has gone up." Mikey said in a concerned voice. You sighed.

"Good thing I bought what I could." You thought.

You pulled out a small pot, filled it with water and placed it the stovetop and allowed it to be brought to a boil. When it just began to boil, you threw in some fresh garlic cloves and then lowered the temperature to a simmer.

"What are you making?" Mikey asked.

"Garlic clove tea; it will hopefully lower Donnie's fever." You explained. Mikey just gave you a weird look.

"And if he has the stomach," You continued, "I'll make him some rice porridge."

After you picked out the cloves and poured the tea into a cup, you made your way to Donnie's room. You quietly knocked on the door and slowly opened it. "Donnie?" You called out softly. You earned a groan from under the bed sheets. You closed the door and walked over to his bedside. You placed the cup on a table and pulled a chair up next to him.

"How you feeling?" You asked. Donnie turned over to face you. His tired, half-lidded eyes that usually shine with energy were now fogged with illness.

"I've been worse." He replied a bit weakly. You smiled lightly. Even from where you were sitting, you felt the heat radiate off of Donnie. You placed your hand on his fore head; you winced at the hot touch.

"What was your last temperature?" You asked softly, gliding your hand down to his cheek.

"I think it was 103.F." He said.

"You think you can drink this?" You asked taking the cup and holding it in front of you.

"It will lower your fever. It's gross tasting but isn't all medicine gross?" You explained.

"What's in it?" He asked as he propped himself up in a sitting position.

"You'll figure it out as you drink it." You said handing him the cup.

"Small sips." You instructed. He sniffed it, took a sip and cringed.

"Garlic?" He asked. You nodded in reply.

"Need a straw?" You asked intending that the straw will help him not taste it. "No thanks, I've had way worse things than this."

"Such as?"

"Mikey's pizza-noddle stew, with mashed jelly beans out of the garbage, the color of the soup ended up gray." He shuddered. You chuckled; the thought of eating that would make anyone gag.

After a light chat, Donnie finished his tea and you took the cup back. "Feel any better?" You asked. Donnie only shrugged.

"Are you hungry; do you think you can stomach some rice porridge if I make some?" You offered. Donnie thought for a few moments.

"Okay." He said.

"Alright, be back in a bit." You said as you stood up and left the room.

In the kitchen, you boiled the water, stirred in some rice, let it simmer for a while until you scooped it into a bowl to be served. You re-entered Donnie's room with the bowl and spoon. You sat down on the chair, and handed it to Donnie. Donnie ate only a few spoonfuls, and handed it back.

"Does it taste bad?" You asked.

"Oh, no, I just can't stomach anymore; I'm sorry." He apologized.

"Don't apologize; this stuff is a snap to make." You said.

"Do you want some water?" You asked.

"Yes please." He said. You left the room, got some water and came back.

"Before you drink, I want to take your temperature again." You said holding the thermometer and placing it under Donnie's tongue. After a minute you looked at it.

"99.F." You said with relief.

"Wow, that garlic tea worked great." Donnie said. Donnie sipped some water and lied back down.

"Going to rest?" You asked.

"Yeah, I had a horrible night sleeping." He replied.

"Alright." You said. You smoothed the covers over Donnie.

"I'll see you in a while." You left the room, and went back to the kitchen to cleanup.

Continued in the next chapter.