Donnie x Reader- Sick fic fluff
One thing about Donnie is he hates being sick. He hates it with a passion. Everything about it just ruins his day, or even days. Donnie wishes he could turn off sickness in a settings page.
Being sick would make it so he couldn't work on his inventions, couldn't enjoy life, couldn't do anything he wanted, it just all around sucked. Donnie also hated feeling vulnerable, it made his skin crawl.
Most times he had the flu he'd lock himself in his lab and only come out if his food supply ran low (firm believer that he has a bathroom and bed in his lab like it's a self sufficient home). His brothers always had a bet going for when they'd see him again.
That was before Donnie started dating you though. It was a few months after getting together that he got really sick. Like normal he locked himself in his lab but unlike normal someone came knocking at his door.
When you started looking for him he was attempting to work on the invention he start an entire week ago. Normally he'd be done by now and rubbing it in his brothers faces.
But now he's sick and can't focus on something long enough to actually get anything done. It was pissing him off to no extent, he couldn't just sit and do nothing. He needed something to do to take his mind off of the sickness pain.
The terrapin blew his nose for what felt like the 100th time that hour. Donnie put his head in his hands when he heard you knock at his door. Mentally cursing to himself he assumed it was his annoying brothers trying to get a rise out of him.
To his suprise you sweet voice came from behind the large mechanical doors. "Donnie? You in there? The guys said to look for you in here." This caused him to lift his head from his shaky palms, his head pounded as he desperately tried finding the button to open his lab doors.
A loud clicking noise made Donnie flinch but it was immediately washed over by relief when he saw you walking through the door. "Hey Don! Micky told me you were sick so I brought some stuff for you..." You rambled off all the snacks and nedicine you had brought for your boyfriend.
Doonies head hurt far too much for him to hear anything you said, all of it slyshed together in his head. After a moment he seemed to come back to himself, remembering the current task at hand. "Thank you my love it means a lot, but I have an invention I'm making that I can't put off."
The words are slurred from exhaustion, with a soft look on your face you walk closer to the terrapin. Your gentle hands carefully slip his goggles (are they goggles??) off his head. With little resistance his mask comes off next.
"You shouldn't be working right now Don. You should get some really, really good sleep. I'm talking a life changing nap." You smile in triumph when a small chuckle leaves your boyfriends mouth. "I guess I could manage that."
"Alright smarty pants let's get you to bed." It takes you a minute to fully get him on his feet and walking. Another his twin is considered the drama queen you were starting to think Donnie could star on Broadway. Every step he took seems to make him cry out in discomfort.
"I feel like I'm on the sun." Donnies voice is high and whiney as you plop him down on the bell in the corner of his lab. Placing a hand on his bare forehead you realize he's telling the truth. "Babe you're burning up!"
"Let me help you out of your battle shell, it'll help." Donnie just nods in agreement. "How 'bout you tell me what you were working on?" You watch your boyfriends eyes light up at the question. Donnie immediately goes on a rant about whatever new gadget he was making, his voice only slightly slurred from the fever.
While he talks you nod your head every so often, gentle fingers click the release buttons on his purple shell covering. The heavy armor falls off his shoulders, almost hitting the bed before you catch it and let its programing fly it over to its spot on Donnies wall. (Does his shell do that? Or does only Sheldon fly???)
You notice Donnies eyes getting more and more droopy while he talks. "Alright honey time for bed." All Donnie can do as nod in agreement, letting himself fall onto the soft sheets below him. "Join me?" His voice soft and sweet.
"Do you want me to get sick to?" Your voice teasing, you chuckle at the pout that forms on the terrapin's face. "How 'bout I just sit here next to you?" Reluctantly the half asleep man nods his head, the put still evident.
You walk over to the recliner chair that sits across from Donnies bed. It's takes a second to push it over close enough to Donnie for him not to complain.
You take a second to situate yourself comfortably but when you do you can already hear soft snores coming from Donnies sleeping form. "Sweet dreams Don." Your voice soft as you gently take his hand in yours, drifting off to sleep along with him.