[RL - Will You Make It Better?-]
He hated having this almost constant headache, he hated feeling like his head was swimming on a constant basis, Leonardo just hated being sick. Not that he was going to admit that to anyone, he never had been one to tell anyone how he felt, Leo liked to bottle things up and put them away. It was generally why he had to be forced to admit he was tired or sick. It almost always Raph these days who managed to get his mate to admit something was up.
It looked like it was going to happen again as Leo buried his head under a pillow. The oldest of the turtles trying to somehow turn off his hearing so he could lessen his headache. It not getting very far, beyond him reaching out vainly for another pillow to cover himself with.
'Hnn, hate today, hate it so hard.' Was the first flicker of a thought that popped into his head as he grabbed onto the other pillow, he shifting under the covers and trying to make a sound proof cacoon against the noises coming from around the pent house.
He had done well enough that he hadn't heard the door to his and Raph's room swish open.
It looked like it was going to happen again as Leo buried his head under a pillow. The oldest of the turtles trying to somehow turn off his hearing so he could lessen his headache. It not getting very far, beyond him reaching out vainly for another pillow to cover himself with.
'Hnn, hate today, hate it so hard.' Was the first flicker of a thought that popped into his head as he grabbed onto the other pillow, he shifting under the covers and trying to make a sound proof cacoon against the noises coming from around the pent house.
He had done well enough that he hadn't heard the door to his and Raph's room swish open.