Feral Donatello

You were sick, nothing life-threatening, but serious enough for your boss to send you home. You usually work from home since you moved to the woods, but today you had a meeting. You felt tired and sluggish as you took off your jacket and shoes at the front door, tossing your keys on the table, barely noticing Donatello before stopping. Donatello looked up and started rummaging through your bookshelf.

"...Well, hello to you too," you muttered, rubbing your eyes and heading to your bedroom, Donatello following behind. You simply plopped down on the bed with a soft groan, closing your eyes and getting comfortable. You heard Donatello come closer and sniff you lightly. "Are you pale?" he asked confused, sniffing you again. "You don't look well," he said bluntly, lifting your hand and feeling you to see what was wrong.