Painkiller
He was in agony, he knew he was. And yet he refused to take anything that would lessen his pain. He never liked people who took drugs to relieve the pain, whether it be physical or mental. He used no medicine, no drugs or anything of that sort, he used no painkillers; knowing their harmful side effects (and they were reserved for emergencies anyway). The only thing the residential genious did accept, however, was coffee. But unfortunately, there was no coffee left and he was so tired that caffeine would only keep him awake and make matters worse.
There was a squeak of the lab's door opening and soft, almost silent footsteps coming his way. Donnie didn't hear them through his pounding headache, neither did he register the concerned look on his elder brother's face. But he did register the hand that fell on his shoulder and his brother's words.
"Donnie, you okay? You didn't answer when Mikey called for pizza."
" 'm fine. Just... tired, I guess."
"You sure? You don't look so good."
A hand was placed on his forehead and his brother frowned, "You are developing a fever; you need to stop overworking yourself. C'mon... let's get you to bed." His brother helped him up and drapped his arm across his own shoulders to assist him to his room.
"But it's only 9 pm! I still need to-"
"Your projects can wait. You need rest."
"What about patrol?"
"I'll cancel the patrol for tonight."
"B-but - "
"Bed Donatello!"
That big brother voice, stern yet caring, put a halt to all his protests and Donnie sighed as he was lead to his room. Now that he noticed, he really was not feeling so good, everything seemed to be spinning and he staggered slightly but thankfully didn't fall as his brother supported him. Once inside his room, he was laid on the soft mattress of his bed and a blanket was drapped over him. After Donnie was tucked in, his brother begin to kneed and massage his shoulders, relaxing the tense muscles underneath.
Of course there were no drugs or medicines, he didn't need them because he realized he already had the best painkiller. He sighed as the throbbing seized and a warm feeling of comfort spread throughout his body, making him feel safe, relaxed and sleepy.
Oh yes, there was no better painkiller.
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Brothers
HumorA series of oneshots involving random brotherly moments between the turtles. Their love, bickering, competing, comforting, playing, annoying each other to no end, and all the stuff that only siblings do. Some pf these will be pointless humor or fluf...