#bowrites

 After every other sentence he punched into his system he’d sip from his mug of coffee- perking him up instantly. It was his favorite cup, displaying a chart of the periodic table.

He mechanically set it back onto his coaster with his spider-shell arm as he continued his work.

Just half an hour ago he finished his wellness check-up on himself and his brothers, which was the reason he was currently typing at 1:47 AM. He was nearly done with his surplus of health updates.

Raph’s left eye is nearly healed to regular health, but the iris struggles to fully expand in the dark|

One of Donnie’s automated spider-arms reached to itch the back of his head as his typing continued.

Raph’s retainer needed to be fixed, but Donnie had already settled on doing that tomorrow. He felt exhausted, and he knew he would fall asleep with the unsanitary thing in his hand. Eugh.

Donnie continued onto updating some menial bits of information, now writing his general summary.

 Mikey bounced back quite nicely, which is typical of him. His little mystic sessions with Draxum seem to help him generally as well.

I for one feel great. The only hindrances, as stated previously, are minor headaches every other couple days and the occasional migraine. 

Leo is|

Well- Leo certainly was something. His little stunt cost him dearly, and it took him nearly three times longer to recover at the pace that Donnie, Mikey and (slightly delayed) Raph had. Hey, he was lucky he wasn't a green stain on the floor.

 Leo wasn't being serious with his inhaler and it was driving Donnie insane. His excuse of, quote, “looking like a nerd” only drove his purple-clad brother maniacal.

As soon as Leo graduated from a wheelchair to crutches, his fire seemed to come back. And once he was “free” of his physical supports- well, he acted like nothing had ever happened. Obviously his body said otherwise.

Once they started patrolling again, it could be anything. A bad landing on the edge of a rooftop, a strong punch to the gut, or even a jog that seemed to wind him out- sent him tripping again. Leo hated fumbling for his “stupid little inhaler” out of his pouch as he struggled to catch his breath. It almost felt like a humiliation ritual as his brothers watched him vigorously shake the cartridge, knowing darn well the villain was practically skipping away. But his brothers refused to leave him alone.

Donnie continued his typing.

Yes, much to think about, much to strategically and emotionally decipher…

 another spider-arm offered another sip of caffeine.

Donnie’s phone, once sitting silently next to his coaster, now rang at an unsolicited volume that broke the gentle silence and caused Donnie to flinch hard enough to spill his coffee across the table. He set the cup down and leapt towards his phone which was practically jumping across the table.

Donnie didn't have time to fit a word in before April thundered on the other end. 

“DONNIE, do you NOT see what’s happening right now?!?”

“n-

“Out of all the times you’re staring at your phone! Donnie, there’s a giant– godzilla thingy totally rampaging New York! AND, there’s spiders EVERYWHERE! I would help you guys take care of it, but I need to help my mom swat these out of our apartment!”

April seemed to struggle as she made her point. Her mom’s yelps could be heard as Donnie winced in silence.

“You better handle this or you’ll have to deal with my mom, too!”

Donnie swallowed as he watched April hang up.

“...New York…what a town! 

Well, time to suit up!”

Donnie dramatically threw off his hoodie, now only wearing his regular gear. Convenient!

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if you somehow recognize this, it’s because I made a couple comics that burnt me out pretty fast. Also they suck really bad XD