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"I'm gonna fucking kill someone."
"You don't mean that."
You bury your face into the pillow, groans and curses all muffled by the soft plush pillows surrounding you.
All courtesy and love for Raph, your dear sweet Raphael had created you a makeshift nest out of every spare pillows and blankets he could get his hands on, all for you to settle into his room.
When you arrived into the lair while clutching your stomach, he immediately understood and cleaned enough space in his room to make the nest on the floor next to his bed, and it surprisingly big enough for the two of you to settle down for some sort-off sleepover.
You feel awful for coming to him in the middle of the night and gave him quite the fright when you confessed that you left your apartment, while walking all alone on the street of New York and weak, clutching your stomach in pain all through the street.
He's pretty much lightly scolded you about how dangerous it is to go out so late at night. You apologized for that and promised to inform him next time you visit.
It's 3 in the morning and you feel horrendously awful, in one way and another.
You're surprised to know he has at least a stack of painkillers hidden somewhere within his room, and even more surprised he has a heating pad ready with him—he confessed it belongs to Leo and he kept it with him since his brother would come to his room for comfort as well.
"Ya should have told Raph next time if ya in pain and need him on yer side." He lightly scolds you.
"... I'm sorry." You whine weakly.
His face twisted immediately from scowl to frown at your guiltly face, and his eyes widened in an instant when you start to lie down on your stomach with a bolster pillow under you. His hands immediately reach out to stop you, lifting you like a worried mother cat.
"No, babe. No, stop that. Don't do that— you're hurting yourself."
"Hnggnnoo..."
Whines escapes your lips as you feel his hands wrap around your body and lifting you up, settling you down to a more comfortable position within the pillow nest.
"Raapphhhhhh..." No matter how much you thrash around on the handmade nest to go back to the previous position, your cries fall into deaf ears whilst he continue to hold you down and pressing the newly heated pad to your stomach.
Sometimes you hate how he's stronger than you. "I hope you explode."
He could only chuckle and shook his head. "Yeah? How ya gonna do that to Raph?"
"First, I'm gonna—" Your body immediately jolts when another shot of a knife stabs you in the stomach, another whimper escapes your lips pathetically as you clutch your stomach in pain.
The previous empty threats are immediately forgotten by Raph as he slowly shuffles down next to you in the makeshift nest. Larger hand slips between your smaller hands, replacing them with his own.
You could only shudder as he presses a finger against your stomach, running his finger in a comforting circle and giving enough pressure on your skin, along with the previous heating pad together.
"I think I'm gonna die."
"No, you're not."
"I feel like I'm getting stabbed with one billion knives."
He snorts. "Tell me about it."
Raph holds you there in comfortable silence, cradling your body against his bigger one in comfort, minutes pass as the night carries on with your pain and its presence.
It's nice, you think, even with your suffering right now, it's nice to be held by your lover. You couldn't help but rub your face against his hard plastron, which he took notice and churrs softly in return.
You groan weakly in relief when you feel the painkillers finally kicking into your system. The pain slowly fades and you feel the side effects of the medicine start to catch up, a yawn escapes your lips and your body shuffle closer to the alligator snapping turtle besides you, pressing your face against his plastron in exhaustion.
You hear the light-hearted chuckle escape his lips and how your ear rumbles picking it up from his chest. There his head slowly settling down on top of your head, lips and snout pressing down, giving you light kisses and inhaling your scent, followed with rubbing his own scent on you. "Feeling better?"
"Mhm... Yes." You sigh in relief.
How much time has passed and what time is it in the morning? You're unsure, but you finally had enough sleep for once now after the horrendous suffering you faced not long ago. It seems he had knocked himself out, your eyes found his sleeping face, peaceful in slumber.
Seven in the morning as you peek on your phone that rest over your head, you're contemplating on getting up to reheat your heating pad yourself, but the pain on your stomach has subsided and Raph currently imprisoned you in cuddles.
You don't have a heart to wake him after you had kept him up all night taking care of you and your shenanigans. Your eyes linger over the sight of your knocked up lover and sigh softly, you could do that later.
A small rumble escapes his lips as your hand falls over his face, you can't help but grin at his mumbles about you and his worries before, all gibberish but a few you still can make up.
Another loud snore escapes his throat when your lips grace his face in a quick peck, you couldn't help but huffed a laugh.
Pressing another kiss on the bridge of his snout before you settle down into the makeshift nest once more, your head fell against his muscular limb as you shuffle to a more comfortable position next to him.