"My son," Splinter said to him, and once Donnie smiled, he smiled too. "Maybe, it is time for you to sleep, Donatello"
Donnie whirled around and went, "Mike?" And he pointed to the exit, "Waiting."
"Donatello, your brothers will be back soon. You must go to bed." Splinter told him and placed his hand on his shoulder and gave it a squeeze.
"Okay, Papa…" Splinter's ears went down at the name, his sons used to call him that when they were only toddlers.
"How about if we watch television before going to bed?" He asked, and Donnie bounced in his place, but stopped with a small frown.
"No." Don whispered, "b'oken."
Splinter arched an eyebrow, and looked at the T.V. It was off, but the T.V. was pushed forward, and some wires were out. "Did you try to fix it, my son?"
"Yeah, Papa." Donnie told him, and he grabbed his arm, "I fix!"
Splinter glanced at him and gave him a mischievous smile. "Indeed, you do, my son."
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No Use |TMNT
FanfictionSomething's wrong with Donnie. They saved him, fixed him... But he's still not responding. [COMPLETED] Cover by my friend Hannah :)!
