"Donnie, no!" April rushed over to Donatello's side and grasped his hands. "What are you doing? Donnie, you've got so much to live for!"
No. She wasn’t supposed to be here. He was supposed to be the only one in the lair today.
The turtle shuddered, a blank expression on him as the soft hands of his crush held his. His sunken in eyes pierced hers, the red hue in them a lot brighter than usual. His arms turned when April grabbed his cut up hands; lines upon lines of scars and open tissue covered his arms. Fresh ones were heavily bleeding and dripping to the floor, the purple masked turtle not seeming to care. His shell was chipped all over and battered like he had been in a war with himself, throwing himself at the wall and digging into his plastron with a screwdriver trying to burrow deep enough to reach the fragile skin beneath it.
His breaths were short and shallow as he looked over to the bloody scapels lining the floor. Pill bottles were thrown all over the lab, colorful ellipses littering the floor. They weren’t pills for healing however; they were pills made for euthanizing different types of animals.
"I can only live so long with secrets…and taunts from my brothers..and..the people in New York..who have seen me…and treated me like an animal..a..f-freak.." Donnie weakly spoke, struggling not to cry. "April..I’m so sorry.." The lanky turtle finally broke down, weakly clutching onto the Kunoichi’s hands with all the might he had in him. He was determined to not let go as he cried, the tears trickling down his face. "April..I can’t help but think this is my fault…everything…" Donnie looked up, his eyes bloodshot from crying. The expression he had was one of complete failure, he had given up. A kunai that he had in his lap slid off and clattered to the floor, blood smearing off of it to forever permanently stain the concrete floor. His face was cut up from what looked like nails dragging down the skin, opening it like a seam splitting on a worn dress. The now dark purple bandanna was soaking up some blood that was cascading down his forehead from a gash he had attained, the purple turning a sick maroon. “Please forgive me April..please…” Donnie shakily grabbed a rather large shot that was empty and plucked it from his upper outer thigh, grabbing the vile of the liquid he had injected into himself and giving it to April. “This is in my blood…stream..” He winced, starting to feel the venom’s effect in his leg. “If you want me to stay here…a while longer…the antidote..is…in…my lab..fridge..” Donnie wheezed, clutching at his chest from the pain of his organs shutting down. “It’s 18 doses..of king cobra..venom…” The turtle whimpered and cried out in pain as the venom ate at his muscles and eyes. “I’m gonna go…blind…hurry..” The purple clad turtle hissed as he stood up with all his power, stumbling over to the recliner in the corner of the lab. “Promise me this…I live…you still love…me..” Donnie groaned, wheezing and coughing up blood onto the floor. His eyes were still producing tears, which had soaked parts of his mask and his face. This was a sign that the blindness hadn’t quite set in yet.
((ooc: Reply and make Donnie better! GOD ALMIGHTY PLEASE ;_;))
