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"Leo?! Shit, raph! Donnie! Leos-- I dont know!"
Flashing flashing flashing. Falling not crashing.
"He's... he's having a seizure, fuck-- fuck-- mikey give your suit!"
"Raph!"
"Raphs got meatsweats! Focus on leo!"
Leo wasn't sure what was happening. His body was hurting, especially his throat and head, while his vision was flashing in and out like his brothers voices.
What were they saying? He cant...
"Its okay leo, you're okay we're here bro, you're okay." Suddenly he felt his body relax and roll to the side, was it not relaxed?
...
Where was he?
...
Why was he lying down?
...
Oh. His eyes were closed now, there werent any flashing lights. But he could still hear voices... where were they coming from? His brothers?
So he peeled them open, which was surprisingly hard and his vision was swimming as he tried to sit up. "Leo, galileo okay, if you're going to sit up let me help you."
That was donnie, and despite his head feeling like it was being filled with acidic clouds, his vision was clearer now, less flashy. He could actually feel his body now, and fuck was he tired.
Fuck was he sore.
His voice, his mouth didnt seem to want to work with him at the moment. Speaking suddenly became a foreign ability, leaving leo with a whiney little chirp, confused and dazed.
He heard donnies sharp intake of breath and suddenly he was directly in his line of sight, which is weird because he can feel his body being cradled by someone. "You're okay nardo, you just had a seizure-- which--"
"Donnie." Another voice, from above him; raph. "Focus for a second. Is he okay?" Is he talking about leo? He just feels... really tired. Hes never had a seizure before, so its weird. He guesses, he doesnt know.
He thinks he should feel more phased, but hes not aware of any feeling right now besides exhaustion and a numbing pain.
"I-- I don't know. I have no idea and-- I hope so? I don't know anything about seizures! He has never even had one before, and I don't even know if he could communicate right now if I asked him because he looks completely out of it. It wouldnt all the sudden be something neurological, that doesn't make any sense--" Donnie was rambling, leo knew that much.
He squirmed a little, being hushed by mikey with a hand resting on his forehead. "Are you feeling better lee? Can you hear me?"
Leo tried to hum, confused. He could hear everyone talking but it all sounded weird, like he was under water.
He made eye-contact with his only little brother and reached his hand up shakily to grab his.
Mikey smiled brightly, only slightly wobbly as he spoke gently. "Hey, I'm so glad. Do you know where you are? You had a seizure."
By now donnies and raphs voices had stopped, he assumed they were being quiet because of the youngest's conversation.
Leos mouth opened into a light yawn, struggling to make his eyes refocus properly when he peeled them back open.
"Okay," donnies voice rang through his tympana again. The short lived, and mostly one-sided conversation had given him time to sort something out. "It says here that after a seizure, its common the person will be overly exhausted in a 'recovery phase' of sorts. Confused, tired, weak, sick. So I believe that besides the common symptoms, leo is okay and needs to rest."
"So he can go to sleep?" Raph asked, eyes furrowed.
"Correct," donnie confirmed. "Why?"
"Because I think he kinda already did." All three boys looked back down at their brother to see his eyes had fallen shut, body laying limply in raph arms. They watched the steady rise and fall of his chest while he breathed, the snapper hoisting him up carefully while they started to make their way home.
- later into the night -
"Hey, leo. We've all had a massive day man, you should probably go to bed."
...
"Leo?"
"Huh?" It was late into the night after their fight with meat sweats, and a long conversation with donnie about boundaries and sensitivity.
Leo really did try to listen to that conversation, even while raph wouldnt put him down in case 'something happened'. But he didnt really hear a lot, let alone contribute.
His mind was hazy with something that wasnt just him being tired from pulling all nighters the last two nights, and he had the worst headache. Pulsing in his skull.
Now he was sitting in the kitchen, staring aimlessly. Stuck thinking.
"I said," raph started again, "you should head'ta bed. Im pretty sure ya didnt sleep last night and you really should rest after today." Raph eyes furrowed worriedly at the way leo shrugged. "Are ya all good buddy?"
The snapper being worried was fair enough, leo usually isnt this quiet or spacey. He's the loud one, the funny (annoying) one.
"I-- ugh..." leo stopped to clear his throat, wincing at the way it burned. It had felt like his whole neck was on fire, even the inside. Running from his larynx to he swears to fuck the very bottom of his trachea. "Sorry... my throat kinda hurts."
Even through the haze clouding his mind, he knew exactly what it from. He recognised the symptoms of course; burns, although he hadn't actually had a chance to look for himself, he probably has physical burns on his scales - headaches, confusion, exhaustion.
After effects of electric shock basically.
You'd think after a seizure his brothers would have checked for more damage-- but hey, what can he do? Hes the medic, and donnie was probably stressed about the seizure, which by the time they knew leo wasnt going to drop dead he was probably just relieved and forgot about anything else.
It's whatever, it's just weird there wasnt even any bandages on his neck. Maybe he had unconciously been curling into his shell as a comfort thing.
Leo caressed his throat gently, watching out of the corner of his eyes as raph frowned at the way he winced when he touched the raw crinkly skin. "Wheres don?"
"In his lab, why?" Raph asked curiously, walking closer and peering at leos neck. "Is somethin' wrong? You feelin' dizzy, or--"
"I just wanna ask 'm what the voltage of the shock collar was," leo murmured vaguely, standing up and moving his hand to cradle his head rather than his throat, the other holding himself upright using the chair as he groaned. "What's wrong?"
"Stop fucking asking me that," the slider hissed, trying to clear his throat again because it hurt so much.
He was far too overwhelmed to deal with anything going on right now. They had to fight new mutants, he hasnt slept, he had a seizure, why? Because his brother thinks hes so annoying that he needs a shock collar to get him to shut the fuck up.
Not even a little jolt either, the shock ran through his entire body. Theres no way donnie thought that was safe! Unless he just didnt care, and it was like some dog training thing to him. That leo wouldnt be stupid enough to do it so many times that he would hurt himself.
No, his twin cares about him. He knows that. It was just... a misunderstanding.
The worst part wasnt even that he was treated like a mangey dog, it was the fact that raph and mikey didnt defend him.
How do none of them realise how fucking messed up that was?
In short terms, the conversation with donnie was "you cant try and change your brothers. We know you thought you were helping, but it was just insensitive and you made us feel like we needed to be fixed."
Mikey talked about how his razz-ma-tazz is apart of him, even though he appreciates the thought. Same with raph. He said that is was harder to think with the helmet, overwhelming his brain.
Leo didnt actually speak all that much, he wasnt comfortable talking about it. But his brothers chalked it up to sleepiness from the seizure.
Haha, the seizure, yeah!
Mikey got an inflatable suit to keep him from getting hurt, raph got a helmet that asks him to think twice about risky decisions.
Leo got a fucking collar that shocks him when he says something his brothers dont like. Eventually, it just started electrocuting him when he said something dumb, not even a cheesy joke.
Is that really what his brothers think of him? He's that annoying that he needs to be physically punished for speaking? There was nothing more, he doesnt know, productive? He could improve on?
Leo doesnt understand why he deserved that.
"Im sorry," leo sighed, despite feeling a little part of him die at the fact he felt he needed to apologise. Also his throat felt like it was tearing apart, so there was that, he guesses. "Im sorry for swearing. I just got weird for a second."
No matter how angry and hurt he was, his brothers already talked through it all. It's pointless to pull his own feelings into it and cause a drama.
Leo knows his brothers dont mean to hurt him, they just...
dont like who he is?
Which... he really cant blame them for. He is pretty obnoxious, always has been.
So its not fair to take it out on them.
Ugh, this is getting super depressing. It's not that deep leo! Get a grip, he's being stupid.
His brothers like who he is, he needs to stop letting insecurity tell him any different.
Everythings fine.
He just has to check his neck properly so he doesnt end up with permanent damage or scaring from this fucking shock collar.
"Bud its okay, we've had a long day." Raphs voice snapped him out of his little self-hatred spiel. "Could you be honest with raph about how'ya feelin' though? You dont look so hot."
Leo went to speak, but he hesitated. It wasnt only that he probably shouldn't be speaking while he's in so much pain, but...
did they really want to hear his voice?
Scratch that, leos always talking to distract them from his dramatic and catastrophic inner monologue, so of course they don't. He's annoying as fuck - on purpose.
But he knows that, it's apart of him. Hes been reminded soooooo many times that he'll never forget it. Yappers will be yappin, and leo was born to yap (his own personal motto).
The better question was, do they even want him around?
His head had finally stopped spinning, meaning he could leave and go to the med-bay, deciding he didnt care about the voltage of the collar anymore.
He waved his brother off, smiling and leaving the kitchen with his best attempt to walk straight.
Thankfully, he walked fast enough that raph didnt follow him, and he didnt run into any of the rest of his family on the way, so all was going great!
He went straight to the mirror after shutting the door, looking at his neck and wincing at the way his skin stretched when he tried to see better.
"Fuck..." he whispered, absent-mindedly trying to figure out how the hell his brothers missed this.
The harm done was definetly more than minor, and he was hoping he didnt have too much nerve and muscle damage.
The way he struggled to talk though... leo wasnt sure.
The next thing he did was look inside his throat, the best he could considering it was inside himself.
From what he could see, which wasnt a lot, the muscles and tissue that felt like they were on fire, were infact red and inflamed.
It'll be fine... probably.
Leo had some burn cream, which he hasnt used on eletrical burns before but he doesnt care enough to check his notes to see if its correct.
It's not every day he deals with electric shock symptoms, so he doesn't remember the information off the top of his head. But this cream does have anti-biotics in it, so he knows it will help atleast a little bit.
He was hoping it wouldn't scar, but chances are it will. He knows it will.
So he applies the cream after cleaning the blistering wounds, (which hurt like a bitch by the way), and wraps a sterile gauze bandage around his neck gently, because if he puts any cotton pads on, it'll surely stick and rip more than the bandaging when replacing it--
That thought almost made him want to do it, which... he knows isn't a good thought.
And those not good thoughts always fester and grow the more he dwells on them, so he wont dwell on them!
Easy peasy.
"Nardo? What are you doing." Of all people.
Leo chose not to speak, because hello! Sore throat, and the brother who created a shock collar to stop him from talking!
Instead of indulging in that, leo waved and smiled at his brother before turning around and attempting to swallow pain medication, which made him nearly gag and spit water everywhere, but it was fine.
"Are you okay?" Turning back around to look at his twin, there was still that etch of worry knitted into his furrowed brows, a frown on his face.
Leo offered a thumbs up, giving his usual smile and waving him off just as he did his eldest brother.
Donnie kept pressing though. "Do you feel any numbness or tingling? Are you disorientated or confused? Any changes in your conciousness?"
Leo rolled his eyes and shook his head to all the symptoms the softshell was listing, knowing that he wasnt going to have another seizure and the softshell should just fuck. Off--
"Is there a reason you arent talking? Are you sure you aren't having spouts of confusion? That is why you werent verbal earlier." Donnie means well, he knows-- leo knows he means well. But he needs to be left alone for the minute before he explodes.
He doesnt want to talk to his brothers, because all he wanted to do was scream and cry (not at them, because he wasn't mad), beg for a reason why he deserved a shock collar.
Hes not being dramatic, right? He has emphasised that it was a
shock
collar.
Leo shook his head again, signing that he was fine and his throat hurt, gesturing to the bandages.
Donnie brows fell further, eyes squinting, making leo want to rip them off his face. "Then what's wrong?" Oh he didn't just fucking ask that--
"You put a fucking shock collar around my neck that's whats wrong!" Leo barked out, immediatly regretting it when it felt like his throat was being scraped.
On reflex, he coughed to try and relieve the itching pain, but it only made it feel as if his insides were on fire.
He heaved as his breath shuddered, trying to breathe slowly so it hurt less. But when he squeezed his eyes shut and tried to reach for the water bottle he had drank out of earlier, he tripped over something and was sent crashing to the ground.
"Leo! What--" Hands reached for Leo, which he immediatly slapped away, tears pricking in his eyes as he curled in on himself, holding his throat.
"Donnie--? Woah, whats happening? Leo?!" That was raphs voice, even more worried than before.
A larger pair of hands scooped him off of the floor, making his eyes snap open so he could push his way out of his brothers arms.
Raph let him go, watching anxiously with his hands out, just in case leo was dizzy or going to faint or have another seizure because he had no idea what was going on. "Leo, whats happening? Are you in pain?"
Leo pulled his hands away from his throat, gesturing aggressively to his bandaged skin and rolling his teary eyes when both his older brothers just gave him concerned looks.
He huffed out of pure irritation, storming to the exit of the med-bay. Mikey had just burst through the doorway, about to check what was going on after hearing the commotion. But leo just pushed past him, angrily stomping to his room and slamming his bedroom door shut.
Crawling into his bed, he let his tears fall, curling in on himself in a desperate attempt to soothe the throbbing pang pang pang in his throat.
Something else had started to hurt more now though, and it wasnt his head.
His chest-- his heart.
Did his brothers really have that much disregard for him? As their own brother? As another person?
Leo didn't understand why.
There was a knock on the door, making him curl up further, pulling his blanket up and over his shoulders while squeezing his eyes shut. "Leon?"
He didnt answer of course, soon hearing the door creak open gently, his little brother walking into the room.
The slider could hear the faint sound of something swishing around, a very light thud on his bedside table making him realise that mikey had brought his bottle of water for him. "Lee? Are you okay?"
Keeping his body limp, breathing as steady and regular as he possibly could, he pretended to be resting. Asleep.
He felt mikey lean on the bed, peering over to see the blue turtles mutli-coloured eyes resting shut, lashes laying gently on his freshly tear stained cheeks. "You awake bro?" he whispered.
Leo didnt move, hearing the box turtle sigh quietly and fix his blanket over his shoulders more, putting the sliders large blue unicorn stuffy on the side he was facing, resting against the wall.
His gentle, caring baby brother. How considerate of him.
He then creeped off the bed carefully, whispering. "Hes sleeping, but he was totally crying."
Leo heard raph churr, the same way he does any time he see's one of his family members in danger. "Did he tell you what's wrong donnie?"
A pause, a moment of complete silence before he hears someone flick his fan on; leo always sleeps with his ceiling fan on.
"He said... I put a shock collar around his neck, thats whats wrong..." donnies murmur. "And his throat hurt."
"Right... well we need to let him sleep, talk to him in the morning. Cmon dee! You have a meeting with the doctorrr~"
Footsteps lead out of the room until leo heard his door click shut, but then reopen. Just in case, he guesses, because nobody re-entered the room.
He let out another shuddering breath, a tear falling from the corner of his eye as he hoped the pain medication he took earlier would kick in.
Turning over slightly, slowing to check to see if anyone was in the doorway, he reached for the bottle of water left on his bedside table. He took the biggest sip of his life and put it back, snuggling back into his blanket.
Now the slider was facing his bedroom door, which he didnt mind, but...
He reached behind him, feeling around for his unicorn plushy and hugging it close to his chest. It was similar to the make of a pillow pet, just the texture of a squishmallow and the same width as a regular pillow. Her name was vinnie.
Leo snuggled his face into the softness, closing his eyes and breathing deeply as he felt the exhaustion take over. One thought on his mind.
What'd he ever do to deserve that?
- the next morning -
Donnie knew he had done something wrong.
From the moment he realised that his brothers didn't like his gifts, to... last night when his twin screamed at him.
Angrily.
Leo and donnie don't get angry at eachother. Sure they bicker, they attempt to take over the world, they might set eachother on fire and throw in a random "kill thyself" or "you got that fat forehead from being inbred"--
You can guess who says what.
But! They never get angry at eachother, it's rarely hurtful or serious, and if they ignore eachother it barely lasts a day or two before one of them cracks.
This was different.
Leo was really, really mad.
And when he said it like that...
"You put a fucking shock collar around my neck that's whats wrong!"
It sounded so awful. Especially when he thought about the cause of seizures.
Electric shock.
He shouldn't have done that, despite the fact that his intention so obviously wasn't to hurt leo, and he knows that now. He's so sorry, and so lost on what to do, or say, because he's currently lacking all the information needed.
He has no idea how leo is feeling, or what he's thinking.
But that would go the same for leo as well, like doctor feelings had sad; he was probably confused and hurt.
Thats why he's sitting on the sliders bedroom floor watching him sleep, waiting for him to wake up.
Would that possibly come across as creepy? Yeah, donnie guesses that would be true. It is something that would commonly be associated with stalking, and leo would most likely call him a pervert if he woke up right now and wasn't still upset.
Donnie understands that putting a shock collar around his brothers neck was clearly wrong, his morals got blurred with his intention and he forgot that while making it.
There has been a lot of doctor feelings lessons about morals and ethics, seriously. He feels two in the last day is an excessive amount.
He genuinely just wanted to help. He needs leo to know that.
But besides the physical damage he might have done, leo seemed mad over something else. Something emotional, like donnie offended him or something.
He knows that much, but he's still... slightly emotionaly declined, and bad at recognising specific feelings. He knows they are there, but identifying them? Not as simple as a highschool physics class.
And that's not leos fault. Donnie has been told a few times that he should be more considerate. So despite the stalkerish activities he is currently doing, he will be here when leo wakes up and he will not be avoidant like he usually is, and he will make this right like he had done with raph and mikey while leo was barely cognizant.
He'll wake up soon.
- 20 minutes later -
Leo never opens his eyes when he first wakes up. He likes to unconciously go through all the senses, leaving sight for last.
He feels the cool breeze of his ceiling fan hitting his scaled face, keeping him at a comfortable temperature while the rest of his body was curled up underneath his soft, but heavy, duna.
He can smell the colonge on his unicorn stuffy, vinnie. It hadnt been sprayed into her or anything, but he was always wearing some sort of scent, and constantly holding her close, that she had just adopted the same smell.
It was familiar, and comforting; soothing comapred to the stinging in his neck.
He could taste his own morning breath of course. Not having swallowed while unconcious and the spit merely pooling in his mouth, turning into a disgusting smelling and tasting cave. But it didnt overly bother him, once he gets up he'll brush his teeth.
Then he realised something. He could hear the ceiling fan, but something else. A clicking, or tapping. Quiet breaths of air and the faintest buzz of tech.
Was donnie in his room?
Leo peeled his eyes open slowly, still very much half shut after only just waking up, locking his gaze onto his one and only twin sitting contently on his bedroom floor.
He's such a weirdo pervert...
Whatever.
The softshell was typing quickly on his phone, probably working on a transferable document because he wasn't in his lab. Or he was playing cooking fever.
Leo couldn't help the yawn that came out, eyes squinting shut as he tucked his head into vinnie to cover his face.
He winced at the sudden movement of his neck, the stretching of his burnt scales.
When he peeked his head back out sleepily, his own heterochromic eyes met his twins.
They stared at eachother for a moment, both unmoving and silent until donnie put his phone down slowly. He stared, as if trying to analyse his expression. "Is your neck bothering you?"
Leo couldn't bring himself to lie fully, nodding his head. "A little."
He felt bad for the way he snapped last night. He was sleep-deprived, overwhelmed and in so much pain.
He was hurt and confused, it blossomed, then exploded as anger.
Now its just an ache.
Or burn, should he say. Haha. That was a little funny.
"Do you need anything? I could get you a fresh water bottle, or tea, or painkillers, can I have a look at--"
"Why are you in here?" Leos voice wasnt harsh, quite the opposite actually; a whisper.
Donnie shifted uncomfortably at that, finally averting his gaze.
"I... uh... you see..." the softshell tried to find his words, not knowing what to say and not used to saying he was wrong, or sorry.
"I thought I was too annoying?"
"You arent annoying," donnie blurted out without thinking, cringing at the pointed look that the slider gave him. "Well, you are-- but I thought you didn't like that about yourself, I was trying to help."
Leo couldn't resist the chance to scoff, shoving down the wince that came with still using his voice. "With a shock collar? You know that is why I had a seizure don. Why did I deserve that."
"You didnt! The shocks were not meant to be that heavy, nor was the collar meant to continuously be triggered, I promise. It..." sigh. "It malfunctioned. It was only supposed to be a tiny zap, less than the pinch of when we played tag and taze."
Leo softened from his defensive tone, because donnie wasnt trying to hurt him. He had just gotten all up in his head and assumed his brothers didn't care about him again.
He recognised the underlying emotion in his twins voice.
Insecurity.
"What--" a cough, another wince and groan. "How were you trying to help? I know what raphs and mikeys gifts were supposed to help with, cause they're impulsive and whatever, but was mine just being less annoying and loud?"
Donnie had moved closer, offering a fresh bottle of water. "First of all stop talking if it hurts you'll only cause more damage, secondly... I thought it would be helpful for your self image issues if we had something to avoid your annoying behaviour," he started explaining, getting sidetracked the tiniest bit when he saw leo shrink slightly. "Because we all know you're insecure about that despite the way you insistently annoy us on purpose to counteract your little self-deprecating thoughts."
"Yea yea whatever, shut up this isnt a doctor feelings visit. Next point."
"So, I thought that if I helped eradicate the puns, the flaw, then I could fix you and make you feel better. I really, really was only trying to help." His fingers twiddled together when he saw leo flinch slightly at the word fix.
"But I realised its just your personality, and you nor I should make an attempt to 'fix' you. You do not need fixing. I'm sorry nardo. "
Silence, for a moment. Donnie had successfully gotten through he explanation without throwing up or shutting down.
Now... would leo accept it?
...
"You didnt mean to make it hurt?" The sliders voice sounded so small and vulnerable, so quiet. "No. I would never."
Leo took a deep breath in, then smiled, eyes crinkling lightly. "I forgive you. But never do that again," he warned, voice still soft. "It made me feel like a mangey dog you guys hated. It sucked."
Donnie clicked nervously, cringing. "You're right. It was awful. I wont."
A sly grin took over Leo's face, and the softshell didnt know whether to feel relief or irritation. "Thats an unusual phrase for you don, did you just learn it?"
"Hardy har." He chose relief.
"Seriously though bro, what was up with your math! Of course that amount of shock was going to cause damage like that."
"Stop talking you'll hurt yourself! And I didnt calculate for the fact that you wouldn't stop making dumb dumb jokes. I already said the collar malfuctioned I'm farily certain it glitched and begun upping the voltage the more you spoke, as well as shocking you more for things that werent even one-liners." Donnies voice was grumbly and quiet, but the smile on his face gave him away.
"Mhmm. Cmere," leo urged, sitting himself up while scooting over and sending vinnie to the end of the bed.
"What."
Leos grin just grew. "Twin time!" Donnie groaned, but they both knew he didn't mind.
He had already stood from the floor when he asked, "if I indulge in your physical clinginess, can I look at your neck?"
Leo rolled his eyes and patted the bed next to him, watching his twin sit down. "You literally know nothing about physical injuries compared to me, but if it'll shut you uppp," he teased, giggling when the softshell stuck his tongue out. "Then sure."
"Wonderful! Now shut up and hold still."
Donnie unwrapped the bandage carefully, watching surprisingly as his hyperactive twin sat completely still.
Well, mostly. His fingers were tapping together unconciously.
The softshell sucked in a breath when he saw leos injured scales, blistering and raw. "Fuck, leo I'm--"
The slider brought his hands up over his brothers mouth, smiling and bringing them back down to sign. Its okay
"This is not okay. Can I look inside your throat?" Leo rolled his eyes and opened his mouth, knowing donnie wouldn't have a clue what to be looking for.
"That doesn't look good either..." He closed his mouth, bringing his hands up to sign again. I'm okay
Donnies brows still furrowed worriedly. "What do you think the healing will be like?"
Leo reached for his phone this time, typing out a message. He's finally accepted that he really shouldn't be talking.
Also his brothers might kill him if he continues to hurt himself.
He handed his phone to donnie, watching as he read it outloud. "It'll probably be sore for atleast a week with our weird mutant war machine healing, but it'll leave a scar that'll taint my title as the pretty brother-- Nardo are you serious."
The slider wiped a fake tear from his face, waving his brother off in a way that said "bro. Its not that serious."
"Whatever. Do you have bandages in here? Or do I need to go get some--" Donnie, much to his annoyance, was interrupted by leos waving hands again.
He clicked on his phone, going to raphs contact and waving his phone in his twins face. "You're so clingy, but fine I will message raphala. Is there anything else you want me to request?"
Leo lit up and clapped his hands together excitedly. "Peppermit te--" his voice cracked, making him whine and whisper. "This is so not cool, not that im shocked."
Donnie groaned and typed a message to raph, getting an immediate reply considering he always keeps his ringer on.
The snapper showed up a few minutes later, mikey perched on his shoulder like a baby goat. "Hi twinsies! Are we done arguing?"
"We weren't arguing michael," donnie defended, snatching the bandages and telling leo to wait for his tea, flicking his forehead lightly. "Merely communicating healthily."
"We' d'ne ar'goo'n," leo mumbled, almost incomprehensible while donnie momentarily put pressure on his throat.
"Stop talking dumb dumb, seriously. No speaking for a week you said," donnie ordered, twisting his younger twins words and offering him the warm teacup.
"Leo if it hurts dont talk. You ain't allowed, raph says no." Ugh. Now he has both big brothers against him.
"Nawww lee thats too bad! Now you cant randomly scream in my ear while im painting!" Okay, guilty. Leo does do that.
The slider shrugged and finished his tea, practically inhaling the warmth, putting his mug off to the side and snuggling back into his twin obnoxiously while churring.
Donnie, for what would be the millionth time that morning, rolled his eyes and accepted the affection, wrapping his arms around his brother protectively. It was the least he could do.
Leo closed his eyes contently, knowing his brothers would be overly clingy until he was feeling better.
Both mikey and raph climbed into the bed as well, always taking the opportunity to turtle pile.
He cant say it didnt make a warmth bloom in his chest though, the confirmation that no matter how much they annoy eachother, they will always be together.