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Leonardo x FemReader:
What happens when a young baker accidentally clobbers someone on the head while throwing the trash into the dumpster bin?
"Ow! Wait! Don't take another step!" a voice calls out from be...
As her eyes drifted shut, her thoughts turned to the four turtle brothers. Their bright voices, Mikey's infectious laughter, the warmth they had brought into her life, even if just for a day.
She had hoped of seeing them again, hoping they would step through that back door like they had before.
But they hadn't come.
And now, the emptiness felt heavier than ever.
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After another long night at the pizzeria, she trudged home through the dimly lit streets. Her limbs felt like lead, her head heavy and swimming with a dull ache that never quite went away. She couldn't tell if it was from the lack of sleep, the stress, or the fever that had been creeping up on her over the past few days.
Her forehead felt warm to the touch as she reached her apartment door, her breaths shallow and strained. She fumbled with her keys, nearly dropping them before managing to unlock the door. The moment she stepped inside, she kicked her shoes off and let her bag slide to the floor with a thud.
"I need to shower," she murmured to herself, her voice hoarse and scratchy. Her throat ached, her chest tight. The heat radiating off her body made her skin prickle uncomfortably. The fever was worse tonight, but she pushed the thought aside.
She couldn't afford to stop, not yet.
The bathroom was dimly lit, the flickering bulb overhead casting faint shadows across the tiled walls. Y/N stared at herself in the mirror, her reflection almost unrecognizable. Dark circles framed her eyes, her skin pale.
I look like a gosh darn ghost. . .
She touched her cheek, wincing at how warm it felt.
Turning on the shower, she instinctively reached for the hot water, craving its usual comfort. But the moment the steam rose around her, her head swam, and a wave of dizziness sent her stumbling backward.
"That. . ."
"That is not a good idea," she muttered weakly, her hand shaking as she turned the knob toward cold.
As the water cascaded over her fevered frame, she felt the tension in her muscles begin to ease, the relentless heat in her body ebbing away just slightly.
Her hand trembled as she turned the knob toward cold. The blast of icy water hit her like a shock, jolting her out of her haze, and she stood there, leaning against the cool tiles, letting the spray cascade down her overheated body.
The chill seeped into her muscles, loosening their tension, and for the first time in hours—maybe days—her mind felt somewhat clear.
She stayed under the water longer than she should have, watching droplets slide down her arms. When her fingers began to go numb, she finally shut off the water and stepped out, her legs wobbling as she reached for a towel and got dressed.
The world tilted slightly as she made her way to the kitchen, the edges of her countertop the only thing keeping her upright.
She grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge, her fingers fumbling with the cap. When she finally managed to open it, she chugged it down too quickly, the cool liquid hitting her parched throat in an overwhelming rush.
She coughed violently, nearly doubling over as her body protested the sudden intake.
She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and tossed the empty bottle into the recycling bin.
She glanced at the clock.
Already this late?
Her stomach churned at the thought of heading back out, but the clutter of boxes in her cramped apartment mocked her.
"I should just get it over with," she whispered, though the words felt more like a plea than a statement. She grabbed her coat, slipping it on with trembling fingers, and stepped outside.
The cold night air nipped at her skin, but it barely registered against the heat radiating from her fevered body. Her limbs felt heavy, her steps sluggish. By the time she reached the staircase leading down from her apartment, her legs were trembling, her vision blurring at the edges.
"Gah—!"
Halfway down the stairs, her knees buckled. She caught herself on the railing, clutching it tightly as she tried to steady her breathing. The pounding in her head grew louder, her chest tightening with every shallow inhale.
"I just need... a minute," she muttered, sinking onto one of the steps. She buried her face in her hands. Tears prickled at the corners of her eyes, but she blinked them back.
Crying wouldn't fix anything.
It would only waste more time.
Forcing her eyes open, she gritted her teeth and tried to stand. She made it halfway before her vision tunneled, a deep ache settling into her bones.
Her legs gave out completely, and her world tilted violently as she fell forward.
THUD.
The impact was muffled, her fevered mind barely registering the fall. Her arms had instinctively risen to shield her face, but the rest of her body hit the cold concrete with a dull ache. She lay there, sprawled at the base of the stairs, her breaths coming in shallow gasps.
The fog in her mind thickened, her vision swimming as her body refused to move. Her chest burned, her head throbbed, and her muscles felt like they were made of lead. She tried to lift her arm, to push herself up, but her limbs were unresponsive.
"Damn...," she whispered weakly, her voice cracking. But the words felt distant, as though someone else had spoken them.
Her eyelids grew heavier, the edges of her vision darkening. The cold concrete against her fevered skin felt oddly comforting, and as her mind gave in to the haze, her eyes drifted shut.
And then, there was nothing.
୨ TINY THEATRE ୧
Y/N: *is sooo sick and SLAMS HEAD ON CONCRETE* (×_×#)
Leo:╰།◉◯◉།╯
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