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Donnie woke up with pain and cramps near his stomach. His eyes flew open, and he sat upright on his bed. He immediately started climbing down the ladder from his tube-shaped bed. Then he sat down on his purple computer chair, trying to keep as much pressure off of his abdominal region.
Oooh no. “You have to be kidding me,” he muttered under his breath. He loosely bunched his hands into fists.
He immediately knew what was causing the pain. Oh, this has to be a joke. He really didn’t want to deal with this. Not this period or any other. It reminded him too much that he could possibly get pregnant.
And right now, he couldn’t stop it. The pain was overwhelming. Right now…
Okay. Calming thoughts. Just stick to the routine. Just get it done and over with.
This routine helps the softshell maneuver for days like this. Thinking of this routine makes this task less daunting. Just stick to the script and then come back to his room. The genius slightly smiled at that. Yeah, it is just a part of a routine.
Step one: Asking for help to require a pad so he could go to the bathroom. The softshell’s face scrunched up at the idea of needing help during this time of the month. It was all too much. But there would be too much of a mess if he didn’t change into a pad.
Calming thought. It’s just part of the routine. Just stick to the routine.
The softshell just needed to calm down and ask for help. That’s it, and it totally doesn’t make him uncomfortable at all. He took a few deep breaths.
Come on, Donnie just needed to go to the bathroom and put on a pad. But that would mean asking...
He shook his head and just yelled, “Shelldon!”
The little purple robot awakens from his charging purple port in an instant. With a happy sound, Shelldon said, “Yeah, bro! What do you need?”
“I need one menstrual pad,” he said through gritted teeth. He has practiced this line several times. If the softshell did not learn this line, he thinks he would be a mess. At least it was a performed line that could be easily remembered. He does this every month, but it still hurts each time he has to ask for one.
“Here you go,” and Shelldon placed a pad on the genius’s computer desk.
“Thank you, Shelldon.”
Task one of asking for a pad, complete. Now, for step two, make it to the bathroom. Aaaagh, this is taking forever.
Before the softshell left his room, he grabbed one of his jetpack battleshells to fly to the bathroom.
The bathroom was on the second floor, so this would make the trip easier. Hah. Flying, Donnie’s old friend. Then, he slowly started to hover to the second floor.
Still, flying to the bathroom hurt more than it should have. His stomach felt like it was being stabbed with about a thousand needles. Donnie felt like the cramps were almost as painful as when the Shredder tore through his shell. Well, almost. Not as bad. He could feel his fists clenching and his face scrunching up. Oh, waffle, mac and cheese, just focus on getting to the bathroom.
He slowly hovered near the bathroom, which was small with a toilet with one shower. The toilet was white. Donnie made it to the bathroom and put on a pad as fast as he possibly could. Hopefully, this would help him not to think about it for too long. Just stick to the plan laid out.
As he finished putting on the pad, the genius noticed what seemed to be a new mirror. Probably from one of Papa’s Lou Jitsu movies.
Donnie looked in the mirror and tried to look away but found it difficult. Oooh my banana pancakes, just look away from the mirror, Donnie thought. But he noticed how his hips stuck out a little bit. And how… No. He just needed to get out of the bathroom and back into his room.
He turned to wash his hands, trying not to look back in the mirror again. He turned on the faucet and put his hands underneath the water. The soothing water and the feeling of the soft soap on his hands made the genius have a slight smile appear on his face. Cinnamon-scented soap.
As he washed his hands and got out of the bathroom, he heard the rustle of someone starting to wake up. Oooh, no. Why does one of the softshell’s brothers have to wake up right now? In a flash, the softshell used his battle shell to zoom straight into his room and quickly closed the curtain. But the cramps made it harder for him to walk into his room as fast once he hit the first floor. Can’t this period thing just disappear?
Why does Donnie’s stomach still hurt? Wait. “Did I forget to ask for Ibuprofen?” He face-palmed himself. How did he forget to ask for it before he even went to the bathroom?
Before he could ask for Shelldon to give him the medicine, he heard someone at the door, “Hey, Dontron.”