B l u r r e d
It was one of those nights. The ones where Donnie tossed and turned and pulled the blanks over his head and threw them to the floor. One of those nights where he hadn't gone to sleep dead tired and his projects were winking at him all so temping-like.
He'd try reading his book in the dim light. Then he'd put it down as his eyes started to get heavy.
And then, he'd just start to get lost into a rhythm. A messed up, tired rhythm but still. His rhythm.
Almost asleep.
Then Leo would ninja into the room, flick off the light, and move, as if he was just about attack his computer. Then Donatello would sit bolt upright and hiss- Using that! Leave it on.
And Leo would open and close his mouth like a bloody fish and Don would have to fight to keep his voice down- And I was just falling asleep, go!
Then Leonardo would slink back out, face pinched.
Donatello looked at the clock.
02:31
Shit.
The numbers were starting to blur. Hazy.
He blinked.
It was dark now, save for the glow of his screen.
He blinked.
The screen was starting to get blurry.
There was a jolt, a painful, electric jolt in the pit of his stomach. He didn't want to fall asleep anymore. He was loosing his sight. He was going blind. That had to be it. He needed to…
His hands slipped over the worn, old sheets and he slammed back into the matrise. He clenched and unclenched his fists, gasping for air and a fish out of water. Suddenly, Leo's expression didn't seem so scornful. His feet slipped as he kicked, tangling the blankets into a kind of web. A prison. The dark.
He pushed himself up again, and this time, his shaking muscles managed to send him tumbling to the cement floor.
He opened his mouth, but still nothing. Nothing.
Blurry.
His eyes burnt, sliding shut. Slick with tears.
Blurry.
Nothing.
In one last movement, he wrenched the blanket down. It fell on top of him, half across his shivering body, half sprawled across the floor.
He gazed up, the thick knot in his chest making it impossible to breath.
Blurry.
And he shut his eyes. Not moving, just staying still and hoping, praying for the night to end fast.
This time.
Because the terrors would come back, when he slept again.
Legion was split up on request.