Life is a dream: Part 4 (End)

                                    

                                          


                          
"Now just loop that under the first one 'n keep repeating." Raph's voice was surprisingly calm to say he was known as the 'hot-head' of the group. You grumbled under your breath as you put all your concentration into hooking the wool, your fingers trembling sightly from the hour you've spent repeating the same actions. Raph tried to hide his chuckles, but an obnoxious smirk was ever-present on his lips, his eyes flicking from his own knitted blanket to whatever that thing was you were doing.
                          
"Why can't your hobby be something easy," you grumbled, quickly growing annoyed when some of the wool moved out of place. Raph's shoulders shook as he laughed, gently placing down his own knitting he looked up at you. Without saying anything, he took the red mess in your hands and proceeded to fix it "It's all 'bout patience-"
                          
"patience? Since when did you have patience?" you joked, glaring as his fingers worked effortlessly with the needles. Raph chuckled again, his eyes still focused on the wool "Yeah I know." he started, "But since Master Splinter got me doin' this in the Hashi, I've gotten a lot betta'." Your brain mused the thought of taking up a hobby, maybe you'd be good at painting or gardening? All you knew is that you needed to find something that didn't require that much patience on your part.
                          
Frowning when Raph handed you back your misshapen blanket, you placed the fluff down and stared at him. Feeling the intense pressure of your gaze he lifted his head to look at you "What?" he asked, "Can I ask you something?" You pondered why you were willing to tell Raph some of your deep, dark thoughts and not someone like Donatello "It's a free country," he quipped going back to his knitting. "Right," you said, glancing down to avoid making eye contact "It's just that...do you think- feel like something is off?"
                          
"Off?"
                          
"Yeah, like something doesn't feel...right?" Raph sat back on his hands, his mind running through everything that had happened that day; nothing felt wrong. Shrugging his shoulders dismissively at you, he sighed "I don't know, feels pretty normal to me. Well as normal as four turtle freaks gets." You grimaced at his answer, rubbing your thumb over the frail wool you let out a small "Oh". Raph looked back at you, his eyes roaming your slouched form, sympathy washed over him "Why, somethin' wrong?"
                          
You looked up quickly, your eyes catching his own "No, no." you waved off "Nothing's wrong." That was a lie. You were lying and you knew he could tell. But ever since you had gotten into the lair something had just felt..off, you couldn't exactly pinpoint what it was but it felt as though it was haunting you. Setting the knitting aside you began to stand, Raph watching your every action "I-I think I'm gonna go visit Donnie, think I'm getting another headache again." Raph just nodded and let you go without another thought.
                          
Slowly making your way back to the lab, you saw let alone felt the absence of Michalengello in the living room. Since playing the game earlier he must have wandered off to do something else, leaving the lounge a baron wasteland. With a timid knock on the large, cold doors you waited until the glasses-wearing reptile opened up. Eventually, Donnie opened the lab doors, his eye gaze way above your own. Upon seeing no one he looked down and saw your glistening eyes staring back up at him "Oh (Y/N)! Er, sorry I thought you were Mikey again, or something." he muttered. 
                          
Pulling the door further back, he allowed you in then closed the door behind himself. Walking over to his desk again, Deja Vue hitting you hard, you told Donnie about your on-coming headache; he claimed to have the perfect thing to fix it. Without much hesitation, Donnie grabbed your arm and pulled you closer to his chest heaving you up with little to no effort. "D-Donnie, what're you doing!" you exclaimed, your hands clenching onto his shoulders in reaction to his brash actions.
                          
Donnie simply laughed and began to move out of the lab and towards the exit of the lair, "All will be revealed, my lady." he teased. He quickly tracked through the sewer tunnels and made it up to the streets of New York with ease, still clutching you close to his plastron. Your fingers, while still cutting Donnie's arm in a tight grip, had mindlessly started playing with the gadgets and wires that hung down his arms and over his chest. Flinging himself up onto the rooftops, you let out a meek scream that was quickly covered up by his hearty laughter.