Midnight Drink
The Invasion was just months ago. Leo was almost fully healed. Donnie, Leo, and Raph have been opening up more. That’s.. That’s good. That’s good! They still had stuff they hid- that Mikey knew.. but.. they’re opening up. That’s a start. They’re going to get better.
Leo’s able to walk now. Able to run, but prohibited to do so. His arms just need to heal a little bit more, maybe a week or two and he’s okay. Physically okay. His.. his mental state.. he’s not okay in that. Hence, the opening up is making everything better. He has slight ptsd and insomnia.. but he’s okay.
Donnie’s soft shell was harmed terribly- for the first couple of weeks- after the invasion- he kept his tech shell on, giving him a risk of shell rot. Thankfully- just thankfully- he didn’t get it. He was harmed harshly, but not enough to put him into a coma or keep on bed rest.(although everyone was on bed rest..) His mental state, also horrible. Still a insomniac, with ptsd. Like Leo.
Raph went half blind for a couple of weeks but healed quickly. She has trouble opening up, but her mental state was slowly healing. She made huge recoveries, still suffering from ptsd and nightmares tho.. goddamn.. did everyone have ptsd?
But, Mikey? Mikey was seen as fine. Which he was! Kinda.. he had a concussion and has nerve damage. The box turtle was basically the therapist—checking up on everyone, making sure they were okay and opening up, which everyone had a hard time doing.. but he managed. but no one has been doing the same for mikey.
Why has Mikey been doing that? Was he thrown aside again, to be the therapist? Not fair.
“Hey, Angel? You up still?” Miles voice croaked from Angelo’s phone, the two were on FaceTime. “Sorry. Zoned out. You okay? Sound tired.” He replied, worried. “If you need to sleep tell me. Sorry for keeping you up.” He mumbled.
“It’s alright bub.” Miles yawned, “but I’m gonna go to bed. You finna be fine?”
“Go to bed! I’m tired too, so I’m gonna go get a drink then sleep. Night, love you!” Mikey replied, assuring that The Older could leave. “Okay, love ya sweets. Night.” Miles hung up, Mikey sprung off the bed and headed towards the kitchen, stumbling and tripping in his every move.
As the box turtle pasted doors down the hallway, he shortly made it to the kitchen, slipping in through the doorway.
As the shortest approached the cabinet where all the dishes were stored, the light was Flicked on, “Angelo..?” A voice Chimed, “Wh.. Oh. Hi Don!” Mikey chirped, grabbing the cup and heading towards the sink.
“Angelo, why are you up?” Donnie Asked, eyeing the youngest. “I was thirsty.” Mikey replied Plainly, turning on the sink and filling the cup with tap water. “Angelo, It’s 5am.” Donnie sighed, walking up to the youngest and placing a Hand on his shoulder.
“You have to go to bed soon. Understand?”
“Yeah, Yeah. I will Mom. Just need some Water and I’ll be out like a light.”
“Okay. Thats good.” Donnie huffed, “But.. Why are you up?” He said, Staring at his younger brother. “I was on call with a friend.” Mikey said plainly, before adding, “I also needed a drink..”
“Okay, I’ll see you in the morning. Night, Angelo.” Donnie sighed, Walking away and towards his own room. Mikey brought the Cup to his lips, sipping the cold delight and placing the cup into the sink after hes finished drinking. “Night Dee.” He mumbled.
Before He left, He took the cup in his hands and washed it off. Replacing the empty spot in the cabinet and marching towards the Doorframe.
Mikey Exited the kitchen, retracing the steps he used to get to the kitchen in the first place. He paced back to his bedroom, every step he took making him exhausted.
The box turtle grabbed his phone,
tangerine - Night luv<3
spooderman - mikey, we’re in the GC
tangerine - what..???
rizz’o neil - im telling donnie
tangerine - kys
tangerine - night luv<3
spooderman - night<3
Mikey put his phone and placed it on the nightstand, collapsing on the bed out of exhaustion. The box turtle slowly fell asleep, ignoring the notifications from his phone.