Hello ! ^^
I was wondering if I could request a 2k12 Donatello with prompt 11 ? I saw the prompt and it reminded me a lot of him ! And about that trope, hmmmm..maybe it can be the typical "friends to lovers"?
Please and thank you!
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Being Sick Sucks.
2012 Donnie
AN: I may have gotten a bit carried away with this one (/Ļļ¼¼)
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You had absolutely no recollection of picking up your phone and dialing a number. But here you are now with Donatello entering through your bedroom window with a worried look on his face.
He hovered over your bedside momentarily as he assessed your current condition without a word. Gently palming your forehead and watching you shiver under the covers only reinforced his hypothesis.
āHi. Iām here to be your nurse!ā His quietness turned to excitement. Not at the prospect of you having a fever but at the chance to prove himself. He quickly attempted to pull the reins in on his eagerness and spoke in a softer, almost nervous tone. āJust for this uh- afternoon of courseā¦ā
If you said something in response, he didn't hear it. As he set sail on digging through the bag he brought with him. How did you fail to notice that?
āAre you hungry at all? It's important to eat something before taking any fever-reducing medicine.ā He set a small pill bottle on your nightstand as he rummaged through the bag.
You attempted to respond, your voice rough with lack of use. āNot really-ā
āWell that's too bad, you have to have something in your stomach.ā He pulled out two cans, one was chicken noodle soup and the other was just a broth. āThe soup would be more filling, give you some strength while the broth would be the bare minimum- oh! And I also brought some fruit, you can have that too if youād like.ā
Before you even gave him a response he was pulling out a can opener and subtly trying to sway your answer towards the soup. āThe soup would be the best choice as of right now, as much as I have faith in you taking care of yourself I doubt youāve actually eaten anything more than a few crackers and if you're up for it Iāll dice up this apple I brought.ā
Your brain cells had been either eaten by the virus that currently afflicted you or you were too tired to really want to try to keep up with his word vomit. As a rebuttal, you just lifted and plopped your hand on one of his. And then he stilled. āDonnie, as much as I love your enthusiasm, I am dying.ā
āYouāre not dying, you just have the flu.ā He gave you a deadpanned look.
āOkay, but I'm literally lying on my deathbed.ā
āThis is just your mattress.ā
āMy metaphorical deathbed.ā
āYeah, if you were to die, which youāre not going to. Not with me taking care of you, youāll be up in no time.ā As if he could sense an impending remark he placed his hand on your forehead again. āIāll make you the soup.ā
Donnie spent the next few minutes preparing your gourmet meal of canned chicken noodle.
With a warm bowl on the nightstand, he helped you sit up, even stacking pillows behind your back to keep you upright. Grabbing the bowl, he began to speak.
āI made sure to heat it up just enough not to be too hot.ā He paused, then he lifted a spoonful to your lips.
āI can feed myself.ā
āThats debatable.ā
After finishing about half of the bowl he gave you the option to tap out and take some medicine. Whether it was because you had eaten enough for his standards or if the red on his face was beginning to be too much for him.
He denied having a fever.
With food in your stomach and a glass of water to wash down your medicine, Donnie insisted you lie back down with a wet rag on your head. He had gathered just about every blanket he could find and piled them on top of one another on you in an attempt to get you to sweat out your fever.
As he was tucking you in with the last, largest blanket you were already fading into the realm of sleep with the rain noise he had playing on your TV.
Unfortunately, his time playing nurse was coming to an end until further notice. Maybe heāll drop by tomorrow to check on you after nightly patrol. His thoughts wandered as he set the other things he had brought with him on your nightstand. The other can of broth, the apple, the medicine, and even an orange he had forgotten to mention earlier.
As he was just about to open the window, your groggy voice stopped him in his tracks. You had only uttered his name and within seconds he was back at your side.
āAre you alright?ā He pulled back the blankets from your chin.
āThank you.ā
Oh! Oh, he wasn't expecting that.
With a spontaneous bout of once-in-a-lifetime courage, he ever so gently planted his hand on your head, his thumb swiping away any hair from your forehead as he gave you a quick peck to your forehead, whispering in response.
āAny time.ā
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