I walked down the hallway. All the doors were closed except one. The door to my room that I always kept locked. I ran inside to find a body. Not dead, but unconscious. I snuck over to see the face. I jolt back in shock. It's me, but my mouth has been sewn shut. I stepped back a few steps. I feel like puking, but I know that won't help. I feel my mouth just in case. Not sewn shut. Good. I went to check on my brothers. I checked on Donnie's room first, since most of the time he's not in there, and a trip to the lab would've let my stomach calm more. But tonight he was in there. There was blood on the ground surrounding his head. My stomach lurched again. I ran over and see his face. I barfed on the ground and allowed the barf to mix with the blood. His eyes were missing from his face and they were bleeding. I tried to recover long enough to check on him. He was still breathing, but slowly. I fell to the ground in a mix of relief and shock. I closed my eyes, hoping it would all go away.
I jolt up." I'm awake? I'm in my own body?" I thought. I gasped. I raise my hand up to feel my mouth. No thread, I'm not sewn up. I sigh in relief. I look over to the clock. 4 am. Leo should be up for training soon. I gently lay down again on my pizza-covered mattress. No more jalapeno cheesecake pizza before bed again. I try to get comfortable again. I close my eyes. I rush to open them back up again. All I can see is Donnie with no eyes. I throw my covers off and slip on my mask. I walk into the hallway. I practically run to the lab to see him. I know he's in there because he was working on one of his new inventions last night and was still working hard when I went to bed. As I reach the lab, I see lights flashing from under the door. I smile. I knew it. I walk over to the door and slightly open it. I see Donnie working on the same thing he was working on earlier. I push open the door more and walk in. He doesn't hear me come in. "Donnie?" I ask quietly. He jolts a bit in surprise. He takes off the welding mask he was wearing and turns towards me.
"Yes Mikey?" Donnie askes back. I smile gently at the sight of his eyes. The brown orbs that have provided me so much comfort over the past 17 years are still there. "Mikey? Why are you crying?" He asks. I reach up to my face and wipe my face. I look at my hand and I actually am crying. I haven't cried in front of my brothers since I was 10.
"Yeah, I guess I am." I reply. He sets down the torch and walks over to me. He stands in front of me.
"What happened? You didn't answer my question of why. And you never cry." He asks with concern. I look into his gentle and comforting eyes yet again. I start to cry harder.
"I…I had a-sniff-dream where…-sniff-My mouth was sewn shut…and then when I went into your room to check on you…-sniff- you..you..didn't…have any eyes. I barfed and then the dream ended. Oh Donnie!" I throw my arms around his chest and start to ball. I know my brothers don't like it when I cry, Raph especially, so I try to back up again, but Donnie wraps his arms around me and holds me tight. I gasp slightly through the crying. My brothers have never done this when I've cried except for when I was little and hurt.
"I'm never going anywhere Mikey. I still can see. I can see you and your voice laughing and making jokes and smiling every day. Don't be scared Mikey, I'll always be right here. "Donnie says. I feel a tear drop on my shoulder and smile slightly.
"I know Donnie. I know."
A/N: This idea just came to me and told me to "Write me now!" I felt that there wasn't enough Donnie/Mikey fluff around, so that also led to it being written. Thanks for reading and please review!