Twenty-four hours later, Donatello finally awoke from his sleep. Most of his family was asleep too. Mike had been watching him, but he had fallen asleep in the chair next to his room. Don smiled, knowing that his family cared.

Donatello moved to sit up and stretch his arms. He remembered what had happened to himself yesterday. His stomach was still on the sensitive side. It probably would be for a while yet. He hadn't eaten anything since before his poisoning and he still didn't feel majorly hungry in any way.

"Oh, I hope this antidote helps this poison get out of my system." Don admitted. He felt a little better but still sore and groggy. It had been one bad day yesterday.

Later, when everyone was awake, Splinter awakened Don to try to see if he could eat some soup.

Don starred warily at the soup. He still didn't feel like eating yet, but knew he needed to keep his strength up. His brothers were also watching to see if he could tolerate eating something. Splinter had made it special for him.

The smart turtle held the bowl in one hand and slowly took a bite of the soup. It tasted good, no doubt about that, but Don still worried it would hurt his stomach. He didn't want to throw up or get the extreme nausea he had experienced yesterday.

"How's your stomach, Donatello?" Raphael asked.

"It was feeling better this morning, but still not completely normal." Don replied.

"How's the soup?" Mike asked.

"It's good. Thank you, Master." Don said.

"You're welcome." Splinter smiled. "But do you think you can eat it all?"

"I don't know yet." Don replied. "So far, nothing is happening."

"That's good. The medicine should be helping you." Splinter declared.

Donatello kept on eating the soup slowly because he was so wary of just his stomach getting painful again. He winced a little when he felt a little pain in his belly.

"What's wrong, Donatello?" Mike asked.

"Just some slight pain." Don said. "It's not as bad as it was."

"That's good." Leo stated.

"For now, Donatello, you just eat and rest. You're not well enough to train and go out right now." Splinter advised.

"I can agree. I still don't feel one hundred percent better yet." Don admitted.

"That's alright. Just take your time getting well again." Leo said.

Don soon finished his soup. He hoped he wouldn't get another major stomachache. He was also given more medicine. Then he settled into bed to get some more sleep.

The most critical time was over, and he seemed to be doing alright. Splinter and the other three turtles went to have their own breakfasts. They still felt bad about what had happened to Donatello and didn't want it to happen again, or to any of themselves.

Splinter let them have a day off of training because of what happened. Just so they could help take care of their sick brother.

April visited later in the day to see how her friend was. Donny was awake, up reading a book in bed because he was bored. He had eaten his late lunch.

"Donatello, how are you doing?" April greeted him.

"April. Good to see you." He smiled. "I'm feeling a little better. I had lunch not long ago. My stomach's doing better than it was. But I still have to eat slow. I still get some nausea."

"That might be expected right now for a little while yet. Yeah, just eat slow and small meals." April stated. "But keep resting."

"I am. Just needed something to do after sleeping a lot." Don said.

"Maybe tomorrow, we can watch a movie down here." She suggested.

"That'd be great." Don smiled.

"Where are the others?" she asked.

"Making up for training earlier. I can't right now."

"It's understandable. It'll take the poison a while to get out of your system." April declared.

….

The next evening, April came by to watch a movie with her friends. Donatello had slept a good portion of the day while still taking his medicine and some bowls of chicken soup. He still wasn't ready for pizza. Splinter would let him maybe after a few more days of resting. He just wanted to make sure he was well enough first, to be able to eat without nausea first.

He could be allowed up for short periods of time without a lot of standing, with exceptions to the bathroom.

…

Over the next few days that came up to a week, Donatello was starting to feel like himself again and his fever was gone. His stomach was seeming to act normal again.

Splinter gave him the go ahead to try training again, but if he felt he needed to stop, he could. But Donatello felt fine all during the training. He just had him doing basic katas this time to get him used to it again. He didn't want to throw him around after such a time of being as sick as he was. It would be another week before he let him return to such parts of training. He was also to remain in the lair too.

April came down daily to see him. Irma also came down when she had heard what happened to him and was glad he was doing good in his recovery.

After the end of the second week, Donatello was finally allowed to leave the lair with his brothers to do patrol again, and also have his first pizza in a while. He kept it down and there was no nausea. He could go and eat pizzas again.

The incident had been scary for poor Donny, and he wasn't expecting something like that to happen again anytime soon. What would his family do without him as it was? He was often their only means to find out about anything technological to fix or break to save their lives.

No matter how much Don's inventions annoyed his brothers or himself, the purple wearing turtle knew that he had a wonderful support system surrounding him. They had taken his poisoning seriously and not as a joke. He had gotten medical help immediately and recovered quickly.

Donatello wasn't going to let one incident slow him down in being what he was; a hero on the streets of New York City. The bad guys were back in jail where they belonged, and he hoped he wouldn't see them again anytime soon.

Those men got seven more years added on to their sentences. They wouldn't be leaving prison anytime soon. And they were watched more closely.

The turtles had all been glad that at least those men hadn't been hooked up with Shredder and Krang. There would always be bad guys to fight on the streets, not just their old arch nemesis. They all had to keep on fighting and being saviors of their city.

The End

I have the whole 1987 series on DVD. I have watched how Donatello does battle, and the stomach area on his enemies is what he targets most. I wrote this story in regard to what I think if one enemy wanted revenge to make the turtle think more about that he gets a taste of his own medicine. I know it's a short story, but I had great fun writing it.