tmnt one-shots

2012 Donatello x Reader

(You came down with the flu. Donnie suggested that you stay, so he can keep an eye on you.)

Prompt: Don't get up- I'll do it

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You had arrived at the lair. You face-planted right onto the couch, mumbling. It was like hell getting down here, "(Y/N)?" you heard Donnie call, "Is that you?" You groaned loudly to let him know that you were there.

"You should lay down in here, you know that the others will be loud in here." You didn't move, "I'll be fine here..." you argued weakly, your words muffled thanks to the couch cushions. 

"(Y/N)." he said sternly, oops a little harder than he wanted. His voice immediately softened, "Please? It won't be good for your head if you stay..." You sigh, lifting your body slowly. "Fine." He held onto your wobbly body and guided you into his lab. 

You were surprised that he had a bed in there. You crawled onto it, immediately laying down. Donnie sat with you, gazing at you worriedly. "Are you okay?" He questioned, resting his fingers on top of your head. "You're burning up."

He sprang up from the mattress, with full confidence, he went around looking for supplies. You followed him with your eyes lazily. 

When he was in his element, Donnie was the most confident person you knew. You had to admit that he looked kind of attractive when he was like this. 

"Aha!" he shouted in triumph before he came back to you. "Here, take these. They should help with the pain." He gave you two pills and a glass of water, "Mikey got me this water earlier, thought you should have it instead." he shrugged.

You sat up, taking the pills and water; swallowing them like your life depended on it before yawning and laying back down. Donnie smiled, "I'll be over there if you need me." 

You nodded weakly, your eyes closing seemingly on their own. It wasn't long before your body shut down, forcing you to sleep. 

Donnie couldn't help but softly smile at your sleeping form. He looked away nervously as he realized that he had been staring for too long. But, his eyes slid to your form again. He couldn't help it! You were absolutely gorgeous when you were sleeping, he just realized. 

Stupid! Stupid! Stupid! You were perfect even when you were awake too, he just never realized it before. He was too stuck on April to ever realize that a perfect gal, like yourself, was next to him all along. 

He kept glancing back your way as he worked on a batch of retromutagen for April's father. You hadn't moved at all. Your body was curled in on itself, trying to keep you warm.

He frowned, he always hated cold sweats. He knew that if he covered you, you'd break out in sweats.  

But he couldn't watch you shivering any longer, it was awful. He sighed before walking back to you, grabbing the heavy blanket; your face gained a comfortable expression, your body unraveled itself. There you go, now you look peaceful; for a few seconds at least. 

It wasn't long before you kicked the blanket back off, the instant cold waking you back up again. "Donnie?" you asked, your vision blurry.

"Yeah?" he replied.

"This sucks." you grumbled

He couldn't help but laugh at your little joke. "Well, you have to get use to it. You are going to have it for a few days."

You groaned before immediately shutting up when you felt Don's cool fingers on your forehead. "Good news is your temperature's going down." he sighed in relief. 

Your ill mind told you to get up, you were hungry. But as soon as you tried, Donnie stopped you, "Uh, where are you going?" he asked, "I'm hungry."you weakly respond. "Stay right there; I'll make you something."

It didn't take him long to return with a nice, warm bowl of soup. You weakly smiled your thanks, taking the bowl from him. 

Just one bite, that's all it took. One bite satisfied your hunger. You set the bowl on the nightstand beside you, yawned, and laid back down for sleep.

Donnie grew worried, how could he not? He dealt with his brothers being sick, duh. But, they were never this bad.

He sighs, glancing to your sleeping form before going back to the retromutagen.

( *IMPORTANT*  I will not be by my computer all the time. I now have a job! I won't update as much.)

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