Different~ {TMNT Raphael x reader }

When You Have The Flu

 Picture above was not drawn by me! This is what you and Raphael would look like in this scenario :)

"Here you go, love." Your mother spoke as she sat a bowl of your favorite hot soup on your nightstand, followed by your favorite hot beverage.

"Thanks, m-momma." You attempted to speak, but the cough itching in the back of your throat begged to make its appearance.

Your mother sighed when you whipped your head away from her, letting that temperamental cough get what it desired.

However, it brought its friends too.

"Poor baby - here, drink your beverage."

You turn back around, taking a deep breath of air. You felt relieved when the oxygen entered back into your lungs, but even more when you saw the hot mug being held out in front of you.

A smile extends on your chapped lips as you clutched the mug in your hands, bringing it up to your lips. The hot liquid soothed your sore throat as it went down, making you hum in response.

"This is perfect."

Your mother smiled to your reaction, bending down and planting a small kiss on your head. "Stay in bed, okay? I don't want you leaving it until your fever goes down. Koppisch?"

You nodded your head, taking another sip before speaking. "K-koppisch."

She blinked in response, her smile never fading as you walks back out towards your door, twisting the knob before exiting the room.

You leaned back into your pillows, placing your mug back on your nightstand. There wasn't anything for you to do, which makes being sick the worst in your book.

Yesterday you felt a bit drowsy, more than usual. School often made you tired but this time, it was a whole different feeling. First, it was where you could hardly breath, your body shivering as if it were cold - which you were freezing, but never like this.

You decided to cancel seeing Raphael yesterday and just pull an all-nighter - while watching Netflix, of course.

You passed out around 3 am last night, waking up at 7am this morning and you regretted it. Everything hurt; more than hurt, ached and burned - your throat and your eyes.

Both your mom and yourself suspected it to be a cold, but it progressed throughout the next four hours of you being awake. Cold-like symptoms turned right into flu-like symptoms.

Yes, you were stuck home with the flu.

Your e/c eyes shifted over to the bowl of soup, your stomach rubbing with hunger, but every time you ate, breathing became the error. You were gasping for air, though not every second.

Only when you moved around too much.

You decided to attempt lunch since breakfast was a disaster. Your bring the hot bowl of soup to your lap, lifting your shaky hand up as it gripped the spoon.

Why am I shaking so bad? I swear - am an earthquake or something?! You asked yourself, dropping the spoon back into the bowl.

You stretch back over towards your nightstand, setting the soup back on top by your mug. You wish your mother could provide assistance, however you knew her work papers stressed her out more than anything.

You came to the decision that sleeping would be best, though your rubbing stomach didn't agree with your mind.

So there you sat, undecidable.