Dammit! Sorry about how the last chapter was written. My bad. Hopefully, this will be better. : )
Promises...
Chapter 2
A deep breath in...and release...just relax...they should stop any time now...
That's what Donatello thought to himself as he laid on his purple quilted bed in his small, dark lab/bedroom. He had been awoken by the sound of his two brother's wrestling downstairs. As much as he wanted to go down there and whack both of them on the head with his bo staff, Splinter had beaten him to the punch. He now lied there staring at the wall while he listened to Leonardo being lectured by Splinter. He then thought he heard his hot headed older brother say something quietly, and then he heard the lair door slide open and close again.
Finally, Donatello thought to himself. Peace and quiet...
He drifted back into a deep sleep only to be awaken by the sound of his shell cell ringing after what had only seemed like a moment later. Groaning in annoyance, Donatello swiped at the phone that lay vibrating and ringing on his bed side table. Accidentaly, he knocked it off. Cursing under his breath, he sat up in his bed and bent down to get the phone. He picked it up and answered groggily.
"Hello?"
"Don! Is that you?!"
"Casey?"
Doantello peered over at his alarm clock and then slapped his face with his hand.
"Case, it's 6 o' clock in the morning. What could possibly be so important that you needed to call me this early?"
Then Casey Jones began to ramble on and on about something Donatello couldn't quite understand. Did he just say something about Raph's shirt? Donatello rolled his eyes.
"Casey, as fascinating as this is, you called me to tell me I need to come get Raphael's shirt?
"No, bonehead! I said Raphael's hurt! Bad! You and your bros need to come and get him!"
Suddenly a wave of panic ran through Donatello. He found himself fully awake now, and responded to Casey in a serious tone.
"I'm on my way."
Before he hung up, Donatello heard Caset snicker on the other end of the line.
"You thought I said you need to come get Raph's shirt?"
He began to laugh, and Donatello glared at his wall in annoyance.
"Shut up."
He hung up and stood from his bed. He slipped on his pads, belt, and mask before grabbing his bo staff on the way to tell Leonardo and Michelangelo about Raph.