You felt absolutely horrible. You felt worse than the sewage water your boyfriend has practically been living in all his life. You were freezing cold, despite being under many blankets and actively sweating. Your head was aching, your eyes dry. You wanted nothing more than for the earth to consume you.

That was until Donatello waltzed in. He had the sweetest smile on his face. In his hands was a book with a plethora of animal facts and a bowl of your favorite warm soup. "For you," he did a mock bow before setting the items down on the bedside table. Seeing how you looked like death, his heart ached.

He placed a hand on your forehead. "Oh my... You're burning up." He acknowledged, causing you to grumble. You were cold, but apparently, the rest of your body said otherwise.