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Word: Chair. Pairing: Mikey/ Don/ Mikey. Warnings: Turtlecest, depression. "Donnie?" "Yes?" "I don't feel so good…" Donatello looked away from the blueprint he was working on, his dark eyes quickly scanning Mikey's body. No wounds. No signs of illness. Only tired, tired eyes. Don put down his pen and got up from the chair, walked up to his brother and wrapped his arms around him. Mikey shuddered and leaned in, a whimper escaping him. "There, there…" the olive green turtle murmured, rubbing his carapace as he did. "Why does… why must it be me?" Mikey whispered into Donatello's neck, unknowingly making his brother shu

Word: Chair. Pairing: Mikey/ Don/ Mikey. Warnings: Turtlecest, depression. "Donnie?" "Yes?" "I don't feel so good…" Donatello looked away from the blueprint he was working on, his dark eyes quickly scanning Mikey's body. No wounds. No signs of illness. Only tired, tired eyes. Don put down his pen and got up from the chair, walked up to his brother and wrapped his arms around him. Mikey shuddered and leaned in, a whimper escaping him. "There, there…" the olive green turtle murmured, rubbing his carapace as he did. "Why does… why must it be me?" Mikey whispered into Donatello's neck, unknowingly making his brother shu