When sparks fly

Posted originally on the Archive of Our Own at http://archiveofourown.org/works/26360194.

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Archive Warning: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Category: F/M
Fandom: Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles (Bay Movies), Teenage Mutant Ninja
Turtles - All Media Types, Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles (TV 2012)
Relationship: Donatello (TMNT)/Reader, Donatello (TMNT)/You
Character: Donatello (TMNT), Leonardo (TMNT), Raphael (TMNT), Michelangelo
(TMNT), reader/you
Additional Tags: Fluff, Cuddles, Sleepy Cuddles, Protective Donatello (TMNT), Injury,
(y/n) needs to pay attention, you might be banned from the lab for a
while, Sparks, Confession, Love Confessions, you need to sleep, I Will
Go Down With This Ship, My First Fanfic, My First AO3 Post, readers an
artist, Mentions of Smut, one or two curse words, Set 6 years after
OOTS
Language: English
Stats: Published: 2020-10-08 Updated: 2023-08-27 Words: 5,724 Chapters:
3/?

When sparks fly

by Bubblesmaybe

Summary

With a mind filled of thoughts and ideas to put on paper, (Y/N) spends most of their time
doodling their little secret crush for a certain tall glasses wearing mutated turtle instead of
sleeping, only to be called down to the lair by the one and only Donatello himself for a
helping hand an quality time.

Notes

Oy oy welcome and I hope you enjoy my first TMNT X Reader fanfic! I've read so many
and wanted to try and give it a go myself, and hope that this tickles your fancy.
 When Sparks Fly

Oh sleep, such a wonderful thing wouldn't you say? To be able to lay your head down on your
pillow to rest, and slip off into dream land for a short moment, in a world where you could be
floating in air doing day to day chores such as grooming your pet lion who sleeps on the ceiling
while it purrs in tune to a melody you heard over the radio earlier that morning on the way to work
like its normal without think, 'How is this all possible right now? How am I floating? Where'd this
lion come from' and so on. Oh such a wonderful thing it is.

Too bad for you though, because sleep evades you like the pledge due to the itch to draw out your
fantasy before it disappears like it was never there crawls throughout your being, sketching and
erasing ever line until satisfied. Shading and adding some extra detail here, perfecting that one fold
on the duvet covering a pair of what feels to you to be forbidden lovers melting into a tight, air lock
embrace as if it would be the last contact with the other for eternity. A longing love of two very
different souls who's worlds clash into something strange, yet comforting. One soul free to walk
the streets in the light of day and walk in a endless crowd of their own kind, one forced to stick to
the shadows of the night, leaping rooftop to rooftop to ensure their existence is kept concealed
from preying eyes.

A longing sigh escapes your lips as you set you pencil down, turning you gaze from your private
master piece of you and Donatello to the illuminated clock perched on your night stand, displaying
the time of 4:30am into your dimly lit room. Damn..you work today from 8am to 3pm. The boys
would be getting up soon to start morning training. Well, three of them most likely, Donnie was
probably still up working on the truck like he has for past few nights after it received a beating of a
lifetime in a face-off with the Foot at the docks from what Leo told you the last time you were
down. A giggle erupts from your throat thinking about him; covered in oil no doubt while welding
together the brothers battle trucks' exterior, possibly even an opened pack of pop-tarts close by.
Part of you wonders if you should shot him a quick text, seeing if he's awake as you'd presume but
deciding against it not wanting to wake him if he finally was getting the sleep he so badly needed,
knowing well of his nasty habit of completely neglecting his bodies screaming to rest.

Your gaze moves out your window, the lights of Lower Manhattan allowing you to see your paper
clear enough to draw at such an ungodly hour grabbing your attention for the time being as your
thoughts race back to your more previous drawings. Some of them were of just random passers on
the street going about their daily lives, one or two of just a few groupings of animals you'd seen in
the park. But more than most they were of the boys; more specifically, Donatello. Some of him at
different angles doing different things at his lab table or desk, gazing at his computer screens
typing away while others are of him simply training or working on some new invention he
brainstormed that afternoon. But slowly little by little, you began adding yourself into the picture;
some drawings showing the events of your hang outs and adventures, and some a little
more...sensual. Many sketches turned into simple shows of affection like a soft kiss or a hug,
sharing a blanket on a cold winter evening or swimming to avoid the aggressive heat- others were
what you'd imagine a heated make-out sessions with tall geek to be. The most recent although was
the most sensual one yet; two bodies covered but bare otherwise of all clothing, clinging as close as
physically possible as you could make it look while the pairs foreheads rested against each others.
The process of creating such a drawing made your face turn a shade of red that would put Raphs'
mask to shame.

After taking a moment to stretch before getting up in hopes that you'll be able to get an early start
on the day, with or without sleep, a notification ping from your phone calls you from your
thoughts, reaching to your nightstand to pick it up from its charge to examine the message
displayed on its screen showing a text from Donnie, a smiling forming as you open the text reading
it to yourself.

DonDon: Good morning, I hope you slept well! I know its probably to early for you to be up just
yet but I wanted to ask if you wanted to come down later today?

Gosh he makes your heart flutter with even a simple text- he always sends you a 'Good morning' or
'Good night' and always makes a point to let you know your welcomed in the lair- whether it be to
watch him and his brothers practice, accompany him while he works or just be there for company.
That was one of the many reasons you'd fallen so hard for the teched out turtle, he seemed to want
to be at your side as much as you wanted to be at his. One thing that ate at you though was there
was the lingering feeling that maybe he might like you back, only for the fear of it just being that
Donnie was just being friendly sets in to crush that hope when you subconsciously number out you
insecurities before pondering that maybe...you weren't his type. Smile falling from your face your
shake the thoughts from your mind and focus on sending your reply, getting a text back not even a
minute later.

You: Sure! I got work today so I'll drop by later this afternoon if that's good. I'll bring some
take out too for you guys- my treat! :)

DonDon: No problem, you're welcomed anytime. And I'll let then guys know, just me a text
when you're ready to come down and I'll come get you and the grate.

You: Thanks D, will do! I'll talk to you soon?

DonDon: Most definitively! :)

Long story short, work was absolute hell and you couldn't be anymore great full than you are now
for being able to get off an hour early. After picking up some take out on your walk to the lair, you
pulled out your phone to send Donatello a text to let him know you were on your way only to find
it was dead- guess that's what you get for playing that one game during lunch. Sighing you venture
you way to the lair yourself, walking quickly with a new hope of being able to surprise the boys
with your earlier than expected arrival to be greeted with the sound of arguing. Ain’t that lovely?

~this is going to be really short sadly because I don’t want it to get deleted so bare with me please-
a second chapter will be posted later though in due time~
 Sudden nap
Chapter Summary

(Y/n) in all their sleep deprived glory arrive to the boy's humble abode, finding two in
a full screaming match, one sprawled on the couch watching Tv and his brothers while
the fourth is yet to be seen. Oh god...what did you do?

Chapter Notes

Holy shit it has been a while. I am STILL doing this though I promise; that and I have
a few prompt ideas I will be writing one-shots for in the near future. ;; w ;; thank you
all for waiting! Next chapter is gonna be a bit shorter and sweeter.

See the end of the chapter for more notes

Walking into the lair, last thing you expected to see- but not surprised in the slightest about
witnessing- was the usual argument between none other than Leonardo and Raphael. They've
learned to dial it down over the years, taking turns and calling time-outs when things get too
heated but those methods seem to be stretched a little thin and cramped tight at the same time,
trying to keeping them an arms distance apart; keeping them from tearing their already beaten up
selves apart.

"Where was your head at, hu? I called out to you TWICE! Once more than should be needed in
those types of situations Raph! We planned ahead and you almost cost us!" Fist slamming down on
the table while unmoving eyes glared holes through him and to the wall, Leo paced around in
recognizable rage as he addressed Raphael, who pulled a chair out from said table to sit, rubbing
his bandaged shoulder in annoyance.

"My head was where it needed ta be, the plan had gone to total shit and if I didn't flank left Mike
was gonna get creamed. The buildin comin down wasn't my fault, ya ass! Don told us the
'structural integrity' was outdated, and we got everyone out before it came down."

With a watchful eye you crossed the common area to the couch where the turtle in orange lay
sprawled, ice pack over his face with a cheeky smile as he waved to you upon coming into his limit
view while you sent a small wave back, your attention more on the bickering two across the way
and gaze bouncing around in search of the missing sibling Donatello.

"Wow..so, what happened to you guys between the last meme you sent me and now? Are you guys
ok? You all here?" Sitting beside him you placed the bags of takeout on the coffee table in front of
you both, empty Crush cans clinking together as they making way for the new addition to the table
while your backpack presses into the cushion behind you.

"Ya, we're all good anglecakes. Dons hammering out his emotions on the truck. Vicent called and
asked for us to come up incase they needed backup for a mutagen raid and we had to take
Rockstead down," he paused, sucking in a harsh breath between clench teeth as he sat up against
the will of his aching body to rummage through the bags before he continued and skipped the
subject. "Got off work early or did ya miss us that much? If that's the case we could have come and
got you!" You winced, stringing together a summarized image of what happened through the
already given context before chuckling.

"My phone died a little after lunch, but in your condition maybe that's a blessing and call for rest
man. Tammy said I was set to go since we didn't really have anyone stopping by... Do you guys
need anything? Like more bandages maybe, a veterinarian or something?" Michelangelo rolls his
eyes, cracking a smile before giving you a knowing look and breaking out an early 18th century
accent.

"In this economy? Bah! One would be a fool to call a doctor in this day and age! Just get me some
tobacco and whiskey, no need for their fake medicines!"

Through broken laughter you shake your head, a hand raising to cover you face and rub the further
intensifying exhaustion out of your eyes. "G-God you have a concussion, don't you?" He gave a
nod, giggling like a cave creature as he pulled out one of the boxes to examine its contents.

"And a broken rib, too!"

"YOU WHAT?!"

"I'm kidding! It's just bruised, which means I get to skip training and chores for while." You steady
your footing while a heavy sigh, an exasperated laugh escaping as you put a hand over your racing
heart, having involuntarily flung yourself upward from the couch to his joke. "You can't do that to
me Angelo! You're gonna scare the shit out of me one of these days man."

With a pat to your arm he waves you off, digging into the food as he nods his head towards the
garage. "Should check on Don, I think he said something about needing a hand?" Oh gosh you
already forget, thoughts occupied with the knowledge of their recent adventures.

"Oh shit you're right. Save some for your brothers and Splinter!" You pointed a knowing finger at
him as you paced backward to the garage, turning into a light jog while Michael hums in
acknowledgment, resuming his attention to the Batman The Dark Knight playing on TV.

The long sting of curses guided you in, your gaze fixating on the long pair of legs sticking out from
under the guy's tanked out truck surrounded by nuts, bolts and an array of different tools and
greased micro cloths. Damn, did the thing look trashed. On rare occasions a swear or two would
slip out the tall terrapins mouth, but looking at the demolished paint job, missing drivers door and
shatter windshield you could quickly tell that he was not in a good mood.

"Hey Don."

Walking along to side of the vehicle, you looked down in question after receiving silence.
"Donnie?"

You knocked on the bent out of shape hood, leaning over a little expecting him to roll out, the usual
light strapped to his forehead. Silence for a moment.

"Fuck, I need to get new brake lines too, Damnit!"

"Donnie!"

Lightly tapping his leg with your foot you didn't expected him to jump as much as he did, hissing
as he rolled out with a hand over his forehead, the other removing the earlier predicted light
attachment and a set of handmade headphones as you kneeled beside him. "Oh god are you ok?"
Adjusting his glasses as hit sat up, he turns to you with a wincing smile, rubbing the now appearing
mark on his forehead. "Y-ya, no worries I'm good. But hey, your here early!" Giving a half-
suppressed giggle you shake your head, sitting back on your knees as they scream against the hard
concrete.

"Yah, I got off early; brought you guys that takeout I promised too! But what's all this I'm hearing
about falling buildings, a free Rocksteady and mutagen?'

Donnie sighs, leaning down as you motion for him to come closer for you to take a look at the now
egg sized lump on his forehead. "Well, uh.. the Foot was able to break Rocksteady out of
containment a little after midnight, then Vincent gave us the call today about it and told us about a
mutagen bust they tracked him down to at an old docking warehouse. They were making more by
utilize what was already in his blood- we got the batch they made and disposed of it though! The
building came down though and uh," Leaning forward he motioned to the common room where the
bickering had subsided. "Mikey got hit pretty bad after they tried to take out the truck, and Raph
had to let a group go to get him out of the road. The cops got them but still a a sore mistake in Leos'
eyes" Having followed his motion you turn back to the truck.

"So I guess that explains all the new damage. Agenda for today probably got a whole lot more
busy, hu?" Grabbing your hand to pull you up after standing himself, he nods bending over to start
picking up loose parts, collecting them before walking them over to his workbench.

"Yup. We are now a long way from putting on the primer coat."

"Now it's from the finale back to the start"

"Yup.."

"I'm surprised you're as calm as you are."

Stifling a laugh as he leans against the table his gaze shifts down, the fact all his hard months work
went to the drain in a matter of minutes starting to scrape away the calm face he wore to make way
for the suppressed stress and pain to surface. "I'll admit it ticks me off the enemy doesn't
appreciate the work I put into this, but as long as it does the job its fine." You hum back, words at a
lose on how to follow that up. Joining him against the table you pull one of the straps of your bag
off you shoulder, opening it to pull out of the many sketchbooks you own before holding it up to
him.

"If it makes you happy, I finished the design you guy's talked about for it."

After a small pause Donatello brings his attention to the book in hand, taking it before flipping
through pages to said design. "It would make my day to see what you made." Heat seems to take
residence on your cheeks, no doubt tinting them with a light dust of crimson. God did that make
your tired heart sore. "If that's the case I should bring down a few scribbles for you guys."

Looking away with a sheepish smile you put your bag to the side, stepping forward to continue
Donnies abandoned task of gather his things off the ground while he admired your sketch, a 'whoa'
escaping under his breath while you layout his things next to the trucks blueprints. "So where do
we start?"

As if tuning back in, Donnie places your sketch book down next to the blueprint sighing, inducing
a small yawn from you which you fight to hold back. "We're gonna start with cutting some sheet
metal to fit the exterior, we can't do anything to the interior until I order some new parts." -Ah, that
mixed with your exhaustion sounds like an awful idea. What sucks for you though is knowing the
 stress he's under you don't have the heart to tell him no, having already agreed after asking you for
a helping hand that morning; and with all the extra work now shoved onto his plate what kind of a
bitch were you to make him bare it on his own. That and you've prided yourself in the past having
been given this task before; the project was much smaller than this and he taught you himself, but
you were fast and efficient, artistic hands and eyes helping you nail it.

"Sounds like a plan!"

With your little work station set up you got out his angle grinder and lay out the sheet metal,
making measurement marks where needed before putting on you gloves, goggles, earmuffs and
protective mask made by the genius himself. Placing the grinder disc in its slot, you got to work
while Donnie opt for working under the hood of the truck and replacing the left headlight after
securing you both a plate of the food you so graciously brought down.

For about an hour you work, bent over at an odd degree going through multiple sheets to build up
the trucks tank skin, sparks from the disc against the metal occasionally kiss your skin all the
while the weight of sleep deprivation starts to sit on the nape of your neck and lower back. You
stop the machine to look at all you have left to cut through; not a lot thankfully. Ya you can do this,
right? Your prefile vision catches your attention to Donnie waving your sketchbook up a little.
"Hey (Y/n), I'm going to take our plates back to the kitchen and show the guys. You good here for
a minute?" You nod, giving him a thumbs up as you stand to crack you back. While you watch him
leave around the corner you get back to work, mind focusing on the task at hand and then
elsewhere while the disc scrapes through sheet after sheet. God you hated to watch him go but love
to watch him leave, you'd draw him if you had the time. The way the sweat collects on his
forehead, his muscles flexing in time with his arms pushing and pulling. Boy do you wish he would
pull you in, maybe pull a sheet over you both. Such a lewd thought, and to think such a scene lives
in your sketchbook? Hold on what sketchbook did you bring? Body jolting in terror you turn you
gaze away from the machinery in your hands. Whoa wait, what was that sound? A weird shotgun?
It was so close.

'Why did my soul leave my body like that? Just now? And what was that explosion in my lap? No,
it was my hands?'

The loss of traction you had against the metal, the wind that came with it. Why does your head hurt
so much, it's like you got whiplash. Something hit to truck too didn't it? Did the disc explode?
Where did it go? That sound...your ears are ringing, how strong was that wind? It feels so...cold?
Your cold sweating? You feel so tired, your thoughts are everywhere else now. Wow... where did
Donnie come from, he just left. What's on your pants; what's stinging you? It’s burning a little. You
gaze up at Donatello, you hear him talking to you in such a concerned tone, but you brain cant
decode it; you can tell he's a little loud..a little high pitched almost. When did you lay down? Did
you fall? It looks like he's looking at the thing on your pants..and your head? Your forehead
maybe? It's so loud, how come it’s effecting how you see? "w-why are.. you yelling at me?" Oh
god what's he saying? 'He's holding me..it kinda hurts. My eyebrow hurts- what's stinging my
eye..?' This is kinda...cozy, but how? "C-can I sleep here?" He's shaking his head..'I'm sorry D, I
just want a little nap..if that's ok?'

'Fuck am I in shock?'...

Chapter End Notes

Chapter End Notes

I wonder when you wake up?

 Wakey wakey
Chapter Summary

Waking in the hospital with April and Casey at your side, and a phone call home.

Chapter Notes

See the end of the chapter for notes

You took a nap, right? That's what it was, wasn't it? Though it wasn't a very well timed one, you
got so very tired and suddenly you couldn't help it. Sleep beckoned to you with open arms, an
reunion long awaited in anticipation no thanks to your poor sleeping habits. Hang on, that wasn't
the only reason; you were in the middle of something before you closed your eyes. What was it?

Ah, that's right. The accident in the garage aided in your sudden slumber. The stinging sensation of
the experience was so vivid in confusing memory, the cold floor and pebbled skin cradling you like
you were going to die while your subconscious went into survival mode. You were cold and warm
at the same time in a uncomfortable way, you know your pants felt wet and like something was
poured on your face. This was so intense, how come you couldn't remember more then that?
Shock? Maybe you were so stunned in the moment your brain forgot to make it more of a memory
than it came out to be.

Your eyes are squinted shut, you can tell there's something bright behind you eyelids as you
suddenly become aware and conscious about your whereabouts and existence. It feels like waking
up as you normally would in your own bed, but there's too much noise and talking going on around
you for that to be the case; not to mention you feel a weird pulling at the skin above your eye. It
doesn't hurt, you cant really feel it actually and you don't think you would have noticed if it weren't
for the surrounding area being affected. You recognize one of the voices in the room, softly spoken
but you can kinda tell that they're just shooting-the-shit to your right. Oh its April, she's here.
Picking up on some of the other surrounding noise, there is no doubt now that you're in a hospital
room.

Distant coughing adjacent from you, a kid screaming and crying while a feminine voice tries to
soothe them no doubt; heavy equipment rolling away and maybe a heart monitor or two. There's
definingly a commotion of some kind with security involved down the hall you would assume by
the yelling and knick-knacks scattering and sliding across the floor. Aprils voice seems to float
across the room to your left, her steps quick as she most likely goes to watch from your room's
door, assuming you have one to yourself or if its shared.

"They finally got him out of the ceiling, Casey's got him by the legs." What are you missing?

"Thank god, how long was it?"

There's a new voice above you accompanied by a gentle hand placed on the side of your cheek
turning it slightly before some sort of pad is placed and tapped to your forehead. April hums
distantly, configuring a timeline in her mind to answer this mysterious voice. "An hour? Maybe
even an hour and a half?" You really need to know what's going on, why is your friend holding
someone by their legs and another counting.
Mustering up the strength to use you voice it comes out strained, hoarse and barely your inside
voice level but just above a whisper and laced with clear dazed confusion. "..hour of what?"

You hear a gasp above you and a soft response and acknowledgment to your waking, the sound of
April's shuffling feet on the floor come back around to your right from the floor, a hand suddenly
placed on your shoulder as a chair groans in protest of suddenly jolting an inch to the side by her
eagerly sitting next to you.

"(Y/n) holy shit you've been out for almost three hours. Are you ok- do you hurt?" Her voice was
quiet but the questions where like whiplash, good god how were you suddenly going from zero to a
hundred like this.

"..stiff a little ..and soar? Like I've been tensing the whole time?"

It feels like your answers are shallow breathed, strained like before but worsening with the longer
your answer was. You hear the voice above you again speak up. "(Mx./Ms./Mr.)(L/N)? Do you
know where you're at right now? Can you open your eyes for me?" Oh they're a nurse. Taking a
chance you force your eyes as they try to resist and remain shut, lids seeming to drag across your
corneas before your pupils sting at the light, darting to look at anything else before resting on
Aprils worried appearance. "I'm in an ER?"

"Ya you are, Leo called us to meet half way and take you in. This is nurse Winnie by the way."

You inhale sharply through clenched teeth, mind creating a clip as to how that scenario would go
after nodding sluggishly to Winnie; the thought of transferring you from truck to car, to an
ambulance or skipping the medical chariot and going straight to the hospital in Casey's car striking
a hint of guilt in your soul. Turning your head head you could see the nurse to your left tiding up a
tray of sanitary packing, needles, gloves and medical grade disinfectants. "We had to give you a
few stiches, so you're going to need to take it easy. You're friends gave us most of your
information, any medical allergies and such but another nurse will be coming by later to speak with
you about insurance and anything else we've overlooked. You got really lucky."

Using your elbows to help sit yourself up and back more against the elevated backing of the bed,
you quickly abandoned the weight you had on your right shoulder, hissing as your other hand flies
up to grab the fiery throb in hopes to still it. Winnie and April reach to help you sit up, April
cringing as she carefully works around your bandaged shoulder.

"Try not to move, your really in rough shape. Medicines only going to help so much."

Now becoming more aware of your state of being, moving the blanket draped over your legs you
realize your thigh is bandaged us as well, your once favorite pair of pants now sporting one pant
leg and one poorly cut into a booty-short length, and your shirt awkwardly pulled down under your
arm pit, both now ruined with patchy browning crimson splotches of semi crusty and damped
blood. Not to mention the IV buried into your hand attached multiple fluids of who knows what
and the slight throbbing of an on coming headache. Coming through the door Casey catches your
attention, his out of breath demeanor shifting into one of relived excitement seeing your wakened
form.

"Well good morning sleeping beauty, did you like your nap?"
He walked over and switched places with Winnie as she wheeled the equipment tray out
mentioning she'd be back later with the doctor to look you over, Casey pulling up a chair and sitting
with his forearms resting on the bed as he leaned forward while he jested to lighten the mood best
he could without being insensitive.

"So what happened out there?" You nudge you head in the direction of the door, Casey looking
over his shoulder.

"Just your local New York crackhead crawling through the ceiling. You gave us all a real scare
there for a second though, you almost lost your head."

Cracking a tried smile you rest your neck on the pillow wedge behind you. "And a leg, don't forget
about the leg." With an exhausted giggle April would reach into the pocket of her trademarked
yellow jacket, pulling her phone out to scroll through her contacts. "The guys' will be happy to hear
your humor is still intact, they've been blowing up my phone since we got here. I think D would
like to hear from you the most."

Oh god that's right. Donnie. He's probably traumatized. Actually, you might all be after this event.

"Hey Leo." You could hear an eruption of voices over the phone now held up between you and
April, Raph shoving Mikey now doubt by the sound of his dejected groan and sound of empty cans
collapsing in the background while Leo scolds them in harsh whisper before voice coming clear
through the line on speaker. "Hey, how are the- Mickey cool it; Raph you're not helping." You
snicker hearing Raphael's response of 'M' not tryin ta help' distantly before Master Splinter's further
voice called for silence, no doubt also eager to hear on your current condition before the phone was
snatched.

"Angelcakes speak to me-Ow ow ow ow!..-away from the phone I'm wanna listen.. OK, sorry
about that. How's (Y/n)?" Head tilted to the side April would make a face to you, smiling as she
held the phone closer up. "A little groggy but awake; I'm passing the phone."

Already in better spirits you lean forward ever so slightly, voices on the other end happily
anticipating a speech with batter breathe.

"Heyy..I'm alive!" Cringing inwardly whilst you're vocal's cracked you held the phone away a little
in time for it to explode with bombarding question after question, one brother trying to talk over the
other as you looked between April and Casey with stifled laughter. During this serenade thought
the soft sound of nails grazing the side of the phone before a chorus of protest rang in the
background, father of the chaotic bunch taking over.

"Hello, my dear child. Are you well?" Releasing unexplained tension you exhaled, feeling the
features of you faces softening while you brought the phone back in to speak.

"I'm doing ok. A little shaken but I'm going to be ok. Honesty still a little confused about what and
how it all happened. How are you all doing though?"

Humming from the other side you could hear the pitter patter of his glide across the floor and
heavy door squealed to life while conversation picked up in the background again. "We are all
relived to hear that, and do not worry yourself about us. Hopefully your recovery will be swift and
 not hinder on any chores or activities. We will come if you need any help, and our home is open to
you if you need the extra aid or moral support of any kind." Smiling, your brain started to create a
mental map of his movement, imagining the common area disappearing and the sound of heavy
tools moving while Donnie's voice comes into range. "I will be giving this device to Donatello,
you two have catching up to do I believe. Rest up my child."

He could bring a tear to your eye like it was nothing, you bottom lip quivering for a second as you
wish him well before the phone was passed over to Donnie. You could hear a chocked breath for a
second before D spoke up, as if he was battling to even say anything to you or what to say to you.
"Hey uh..how are you doing? You feeling ok?"

Your voice had gone soft, involuntarily quiet as you responded. "I'm ok. I could go for a nap and
maybe a snack like some...I don't know; pizza?" Giving a half-suppressed laugh you gaze lands
over to April as she nodded with a thumbs up in moral support, arm reaching behind her to grab and
pass a water bottle reserved for you.

"Hah, awake for how long and already joking?"

Swallowing hard you replace the bottle in hand with the phone again, choking on a giggle. "-it's
cuz-..-hmhn, sorry; it's cuz I have to bug you guys in some way, it's part of my job."

"Oh wow, so you were hired to be our friend is that it?"

"Yup, and the card used for this purchase is in your name. Hope you read the refund policy, cuz
that was only valid for 30 days after."

Short of a second later, a new face walked into the room while knocking on the door. "Hello, I'm
here to talk with (Mx./Ms./Mr.)(L/N) about insurance and discharge." They waved over as they
walked, papers in hand. You nodded your head to them in acknowledgment, handing the phone out
to April to hold for you. "I'll be seeing you guys in a little bit, they're about to discharge me so I'll
call you when I head over."

"Oh sweet; uh I-I can come pick you guys up in the buggy if you need a ride home."

Pulling the phone closer to herself, April looked in Casey's direction. "Cas' and I'll be traveling in
his car, the buggy will probably have more room for (Y/n) to stretch with all the new bandaids."
Throwing a side glance your way in remorse, she'd mentally cringe with you overhearing the lists
of medicine, matenince and the 'do-and-dont's' you'll have to follow by.

"Luckily, though, no like oversized ankle-to-kneecap casts or surgery for any sliced muscles and
tendons."

"Well that is better news than the worst."

"Even better news is if you get here in the next mhnm... say maybe, twenty minutes? We should be
all walking out the door by the time you get here."

"I'll be there in ten."

Chapter End Notes

Chapter End Notes

I'm trying to figure out out if I want this to be a slowburn, pinnig kind of fic or
shortish, sweet and to the point. Either or I have so many little prompts I want to write
about and maybe just some little cracked writes to share and create. There will be one
more chapter after this that will either be the final one or another out of many more to
come.

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