Here's another drabble prompt if you want: It's flu season, and April and Raph are the only people in the lair at the moment. April turns out to have the flu and starts throwing up a lot, and Raph has to take care of her.
“Humans are disgusting,” Raph sniffs, and then regrets doing
so, because human bile is gross even by his standards.
“Shut up,” April spits,
literally, as another shudder goes through her. She leans further over the rim
of the toilet, and Raph adjusts his grip on her hair accordingly. “You’re not
She breaks off into a cough that becomes a choke, and heaves
into the bowl again.
“Yeah, yeah, just get it all out. You can be pissy at me
later,” Raph says with all the patience of a damn saint, in his opinion, and
pats April’s shaking back. “Why did you even come in tonight if you knew you
were feeling sick?”
April manages to get out “I
felt fine earlier” just before another wave of nausea hits her and she
Raph rolls his eyes, and get comfortable in his hunch. Same routine
as when his brothers got sick, standard big brother care and comfort; just with
a human girl instead of a mutant turtle this time around.
April spits one more time, and Raph thinks she’s finally
done. He brushes a few stray strands of hair out of her face, and grabs the
wads of toilet paper he’d gotten ready earlier. “Here,” He says, holding one
close to her. “Wipe your face while I get the mouth wash.”
April mutters a thank you, and takes the paper wad. Raph fills
a cup of their precious stash of mouth wash, not much makes its way into their possession,
and hands it to April once she’s done.
April is two shades too pale to be healthy, shaky in the
shoulders still, and looks completely miserable. Raph very nearly lets himself
feel mushy feelings about those things.
“Alright, let’s get you into something warm,” He mutters
instead, ushering April out of the washroom.
April is running a light fever, best he can tell, and
probably won’t take well to making her way to her aunt’s place for at least
another few hours. He has her text as much to her aunt, while he gathers some
blankets that don’t smell too much like sewer or teenage turtle.
It’s easy enough to bundle her onto the couch, set up with a
cup of soothing tea and a quiet nerd documentary of Donnie’s. April’s way out
of it and Raph takes advantage of that to show a little more care than he’d
In the end, and he’ll later deny it adamantly, they sit on
the couch until his family gets back from recon training- which he’d skipped
because of a strained leg muscle- and maybe kind of share a blanket for a bit. Just because Raph felt a little cold, and not because April’s condition tugged at his familial instincts. Definitely just because of that.