Michelangelo poured the powdered sleeping herb he had 'Borrowed' from the infirmary, into his brother's drink. He snickered quietly. This would be his best prank yet, but it required Raphael to be fast asleep. He couldn't risk his hot headed sibling waking up while he painted said turtle's shell pink. Slinking out of the kitchen, he turned on the TV and started watching cartoons.
After about ten minutes, the channel suddenly switched to wrestling. He looked up and gave Raphael, who was holding the remote in one hand, and a soda can in the other, an annoyed glare. But, the drink he'd laced with the herb hadn't been soda, it had been coffee... Wait, Raph didn't drink coffee. The only one who drank coffee was Donatello... The realization hit him, and he shot up from the couch, running towards his brother's room. Raphael only shrugged, assuming his brother was just acting crazy, again.
Donatello felt strange after he finished his coffee, but shrugged it off and kept working. His eyes wouldn't focus, and he found himself fighting a battle to keep them open. Which he was quickly losing. He sat down on the floor, telling himself he'd just rest for a moment. His mind felt fuzzy and the concrete floor had become oddly comfortable...
Michelangelo came running into his brother's room, immediately finding his genius brother sitting on the floor. He was beside him immediately, wrapping an arm around his brother to steady him, as the purple clad ninja began swaying slightly. "Donnie, you awake bro? Donnie?" "Mmm hmm..." Don hummed tiredly, a large yawn escaping him. Mikey couldn't help but smile as his older brother blinked sleepy, like a tired child.
"How do you feel?" He asked. "Ti'ed." Don replied, his words slurring from the effects of the herb. "I bet. Come on genius, bed time, this isn't the place for a nap." He hoisted his brother to his feet, guiding him to his bed. They were nearly there, when Don's legs suddenly gave out, Mikey catching him before he could crash to the floor. "Easy there, Donnie." He gently placed the tired turtle on the bed, tucking him in.
He turned to leave, but a small whimper made him turn around, seeing that his brother had somehow managed to sit up. "'Ease... Don't go." Donnie whispered, looking pleadingly at his younger brother. Mikey smiled, sitting beside his brother and drawing him into a hug. "Fine, I'll stay." He said with an exaggerated groan. "'Anks Mi'ey. Love you..." Don whispered, slipping into peaceful sleep. Tightening his hug, Mikey whispered back, "Love you too, Donnie."
The pair stayed like that for awhile, the silence broken only by the soft breathing of the two turtles. It was a moment of harmony, but alas, all good things must come to an end. Raphael suddenly entered the room, the toaster, or what was left of it, in his hands. "Donnie!" He was about to say more, but Mikey silenced him by hissing, "Quiet, you'll wake him up!" Raph turned towards to noise, and smiled inwardly at the sight.
His two younger brothers sat on on the bed, Michelangelo hugging his brother, Donatello pressed close against him, sleeping peacefully. Putting the toaster on the desk, Raphael left wordlessly, shutting the door behind him.
Michelangelo felt his brother stir slightly and mumble tiredly. He quietly shushed him, rubbing his shell comfortably. Donatello mumbled some more and snuggled closer to his brother. He knew Donnie wouldn't be to happy once he found out what happened, but at the moment, he didn't really care.
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Due to my story, Sleeping Angel, being so popular, I decided to do another Tired Donatello oneshot! With Mikey this time! Hope you like it!