Disclaimer: I don't own the TMNT. I only wish I can say I owned something that awesome, but that would be lying, and lying is not good at all.
Pizzatose Intolerant
It had been weeks since the trip to the museum and it's events had been forgotten, or at least not at the forefront of anyone's mind. Although, Donnie did occasionally think about it when his chest hurt similarly to how it did that night. That had been happening frequently, but he never said anything about it.
"Pizza's here!" Mikey yelled. He triumphantly held the box over his head. He jumped on the couch, laid the pizza beside him, and flung the box open. Everyone went for a slice and within minutes it was gone.
"That hit the spot." Raph sighed, patting his stomach.
"Yeah it was especially good tonight." Leo commented.
"Ze pizza was delicioso." Mikey twirled an imaginary mustache.
"Ze chef acknowledged ze fact that ze perfect balance between ze tomato sauce and ze cheese is muy importante."
"How did you just go from Italian to Spanish?" Raph asked. Mikey rolled his eyes.
"Whatever bro. Hey Donnie, what'd you think about the pizza?"
Donnie was staring in Mikey's direction, but didn't really seem to be looking at Mikey. He blinked and he eyes focused.
"Wait, what?"
Raph facepalmed.
"And he's supposed to be the smart one."
"The pizza?" Mikey repeated.
Oh, It was good I guess…" Donnie zoned out again.
"Donnie, are you okay?"
"Hm? Oh yeah, I'm fine. Just…don't feel very good right now."
"You sure? What's wrong?"
Donnie stood.
"Seriously Leo, I'll be fine. I'm going to go lay down. I'll probably feel better tomorrow."
Donnie disappeared into his room. Leo wasn't convinced.
"Hey, hasn't Donnie seemed a bit off to you lately?"
"No, not really." Mikey answered, thinking about it.
"Leo, Donnie can take care of himself." Said Raph.
"He just wants some rest. He'll be fine."
Leo nodded, but still wasn't sure.
Late that night, Leo awoke and decided to check on Donnie. He wasn't in his room, but Leo did hear something from the bathroom. He followed the sound and pushed the door open.
"Donnie?"
Donnie turned to him. He was on his knees in front of the toilet. His entire body was trembling and there was a stream of drool running down his chin. He was looking up at Leo in surprise, but he had pain written all over his face.
"Leo…I-"
He threw up again. Leo came to his side and rubbed circles on his shell.
Once Donnie was done Leo flushed the toilet and knelt by him.
"Donnie?"
"…My stomach hurts…" Donnie whispered, not looking at him.
"Are you going to throw up again?"
Donnie shook his head.
"Let's go get some water then."
Donnie nodded.
Leo helped him up and led him to the kitchen, sitting him down and pouring a him a cup of water. Donnie took it gratefully and sipped at it.
"Donnie, are you sure you're alright?" Leo asked as he sat down.
"Yeah," Donnie mumbled. "I think I'm okay now."
Leo sighed.
"Okay. I'll take your word for it for now, but I'm going to check on you in the morning. Okay?"
Donnie nodded again.
Leo let Donnie finish his water in silence.
'I wonder what upset his stomach like that.' Leo thought.
'I didn't really notice him really eat anything except for the pizza earlier. Was that it? But it wasn't any different than what we usually get, and none of us had a reaction.'
Leo gazed at Donnie sympathetically.
'It's a shame if he can't eat it anymore. Donnie loves pizza almost as much as Mikey does.'
Once Donnie finished his water Leo took him back to his room and wished him a good rest of the night, shutting the door quietly. He had a feeling whatever was going on with him wasn't going to blow over that quickly and made a mental note to keep an eye on him.
