Donatello

Donnie, ever the gentleman did upmost research on why you had such frequent nightmare attacks. The results varied, diet, trauma. It could all be one or the other, nothing ever conclusive though. That frustrated him, Donnie needed definitive answers for why you where suffering. He was a night owl, always burning the midnight oil , so he was always awake when a episode over took you.

You were sound out on the sofa in his lab. One he had brought in given how much you fell asleep in there. He had his headphones on, always sitting awkwardly so he had one ear out for you. And like clockwork, he could hear your distress in your sleep. Starting off unsettled before your body writhed with nerves, soft cries leaving your lips. Straight away he was on his feet, standing to his full height. You called to him in your sleep and that anguished him even more. He hummed soothingly as he gently inserted himself into your space. Like he would when he was fixing his little trinkets. Donnie was so adept in this routine that nine times out of ten you never even woke up. The tallest of the turtles gently cradled a hand under the ditch of your knees and the small of your back before hoisting you up into his arms with ease. He continued humming , the vibrations reverberating against his chest never failed to softening the taunt of your face. As he carried you to his bedroom he watched the stress melt away from your face as you drifted back off into a peaceful sleep.