Future Donatello

6 months...it had been 6 months you have been kept down here in this stingy little base underground on bedrest. At first you understood their reason of how you needed to get better because you still hurt like hell. The reason was that you had snuck out to join a patrol and when they got ambushed you got seriously injured trying to protect a recruit and had been put on bedrest. After that you were stuck with HIM of all people...the inventor and the stone cold scientist you know him you don't love him the irritating Donatello. I mean how could someone go that long without showing a flicker of sympathy or laughing at any of your totally hilarious jokes?? I mean come on!*

But you had gotten all better after hardly 3 months...but apparently you were being kept here because you are irresponsible and reckless. You had tried to save someone! what was so reckless about that!? You put up with it as long as you could but someone could only go so long hearing how bad they were at thinking whenever they asked to touch the dry wasted grass of the surface. Out of the goodness of your heart from your bed you asked one more time.

"Children don't go on patrol" Donnie had said coldly over his shoulder and you bristled...this guy was really poking the bear but you didn't lash out only grumbled and waited until he left "Stay here and don't break anything" He said finally leaving

You sigh to yourself as you get the things ready that you needed to escape and you left your room sneaking away and towards your secret exit before climbing up the stairs out of there and once you finally got out you stood in the fresh air of the surface breathing in the smoky air and the dead grass before smiling...you knew you weren't going to fully run away but you just needed to go to the surface at least once so you started collecting scrap to help the resistance

after about an hour you had just started to pick at the grass and just sit on your knees enjoying it before a shadow fell upon you...a big bulky and VERY angry shadow as you turned around and became face to face with the one and only Donatello. He was seething with anger...veins popping out in his arms as his muscles tensed looking down at you and in a cold, dark and surprisingly steady tone he uttered: "What a meeting..."