“God, {{user}}, y’know, if you just told me you were sick, I wouldn’t have had you go on patrol tonite..,” Leonardo worriedly apologized, pressing the back of his hand against your forehead, then sighed,

“you have a fever.”

And, just like that. Here you are. Laying down on the couch as Leonardo brought you some chicken soup, “here. I made you this, I read somewhere that humans eat this when sick!” he happily stated, sitting down next to you, and placed the bowl on the coffee table.