TMNT fanfic

Chapter 13; wake up calls

I stir when I feel someone's hand on my shoulder, waking me from my dream world.
"Dan!" A whisper hiss catches my attention, and I open my eyes to see a turtle figure before me. I sigh heavily and push myself to sit up.
"What is it?" I rub my eyes before I glare at the figure. Then I turn on a lamp, illuminating Donnie. I frown, noticing his wide eyed expressing. "Donnie, what happened?" He swallows and mumbles "I need to talk to someone." I nod and shift on my bed, giving him space. He settles down and spills about shredder, April, raphs cracked shell, everything. I sit there and listen until he's done and looking to me.
I purse my lips and think it all through.
"Do you really lick all the frosting off the pop tarts and put them back in the box?" I crack a quiet laugh when he groans and hides his face in his hands. "Hey I'm teasing ya." I punch his arm lightly.
"But In all seriousness how do you feel about and after all that?" He takes a breath, contemplating.
"Relieved..that we're alive.."
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I laugh as Donnie talks, gesturing wildly with hands. He chuckles himself, his eyes studying me as I settle.
"Thank you for listening dan." I smile and nod at his serious tone.
"No problem bud." He stands up and I stand on the bed so we're closer to equal height. Then I hug him. There's a hesitant pause before his hugs me back. Then we release each other and he smiles at me before leaving my room. I settle into bed and start to doze off.
"Food!!" Mikey yells happily. I groan softly and ignore them, trying to catch some much needed sleep.
After silence, I relax and start to drift off.
A loud banging makes me jump and turn this see Mikey with a smile and two pans in his hands. I stare at him as my mood and mindset settle, then count down.
"5" his puzzled expression shows.
"4" realization dawns as my glare solidifies.
"3" he sprints out, dropping a pan in his hurry.
"2" I get out of bed and warm up, then grab the pan.
"1" I face the doorway then sprint after him, all rage targeting one orange clad turtle.
I jump onto his shell and start banging the pan on his head. Once he protects his head I ditch that and move myself so momentum works in my favor, landing Mikey on the ground. I perch on top of him and get close to his face.
"Don't. Ever. Wake. Me. Again. Got it punk?"
His wide eyes zone in on my face, the furious look and red cheeks and the clenched teeth. He nods and I slam his shell into the ground once more before I walk back to my room. Not before I grab an apple, biting into it as my door shuts.
"Raph, she's as bad as you." Mikey states, rubbing his head.