Leonardo would sigh, pressing the cold wet cloth against your head, the TV softly playing in the background; chuckling, “Goddamnit, {{user}}…”

“Raph would kill ya if he found out you ate those cheese puffs,” he’d joke, playfully punching you in the shoulder, “but, do not fret, hermano! Your dear Leonardo has arrived to save you from your terrible fate that is…” he’d trail off, trying to keep the suspense high, even if you ready knew what you were sick with, using an overly exaggerated voice, only to cheer you up a little.

“..food poisoning!” you’ve been sick all day, and Leonardo felt… slightly guilty, only because he dared you to eat the cheese puffs (that the both of you knew had been poisoned, because you’re dumbasses), but.. then again, he’d never admit it to Raph if questioned, “at least they tasted good, eh?”

“N..nevermind, here—“ he’d stop laughing at his sorry joke when you didn’t react, and would instantly pretend as though it didn’t happen, and would just grab some stomach medicine, handing it to you, “just take this. You should feel better soon, big man.”