Chronicles of a Doctor

by Kime04

Summary:

—It hurts so much... please stop... It hurts

[English Version]

Notes:

Warnings: Pain, dubious morality, short story

(This is the first fic in the collection. Enjoy it.)

 

—It hurts so much... please stop... It hurts

The laboratory was plunged into darkness, except for a dim light illuminating the workbench. Flasks, syringes, and papers scribbled with incomprehensible calculations filled the entire space.

And in the center, the genius responsible was accurately recording all the changes his victim had experienced in the last few hours.

The new pitiful moans made his hand pause for a moment on the paper, but he did not look up.

—Pain response levels are still active...— he muttered, biting the end of the pencil in frustration.

 

Something was wrong

 

The effects should have worn off an hour ago.

 

His eyes quickly scanned the documents scattered before him, searching for an answer.

He couldn't afford to fail, not again.

The crying continued, anguished and painful screams filled the laboratory, unfazed by the young turtle, his steps went in circles, trying to decipher the formulas of the new medicine he was working on.

—Please... I can't take it anymore... just kill me, Donnie— he sobbed in agony, losing his last strength and crashing loudly against the bars of his prison.

A hand squeezed through a gap, reaching outward in a silent plea.

The pencil in his hand broke.

Donatello felt a knot in his stomach, but quickly forced himself to pick up a new pencil, his hand shaking as he wrote the last observation in his notebook.

 

I needed these results.

 

Don exhaled slowly, preparing for what was coming, lowering his notebook, before finally turning back to the cage.

—Hold on just a little longer— his eyes turned to the smaller turtle, his icy composure shattering at the sight of his painful state —just a little longer, Mikey—

His heart twisted inside his chest, a stabbing spasm that almost made him vomit, a reaction he shouldn't allow himself to have.

 

That's why he always avoided looking Michelangelo in the eyes during his experiments.

But as always, he failed his own self-imposed rule.

He was supposed to be a scientist, and he prided himself on that; his greatest strength besides his intelligence, was supposed to be a cold heart and a ruthless mind.

 

However, he could never stop feeling, that came with his humanity.

 

He felt love, towards his family, his brothers.

 

He felt guilt, and also remorse, for the pain he was causing.

 

Michelangelo could barely lift his head. His pupils trembled in the artificial light, blurred by pain and confusion. His weak, numb hands stopped gripping the bars when he could no longer close them.

And yet, in the midst of his misery, there was no hatred in his eyes.

Just a silent plea.

 

Donnie felt something inside him tear.

 

If only their bodies weren't resistant to any human medication.

If only they didn't get hurt so easily on their missions.

If only... it weren't up to them to get the treatments they needed to survive.

 

A guinea pig was needed

Leonardo and Raphael were too important in the battle. He couldn't weaken them; it would put the entire family at risk.

And experimenting on himself would be a waste. He wouldn't be able to register the effects on his own body if he wasn't conscious.

 

Mikey was his only option

 

—Donnie...— his brother whispered, his voice breaking, his tears streaming down his dull skin. —Please...

Donatello put his hands to his ears. He wanted to stop listening to it.

But he lowered them immediately, this was his punishment, the least he could do was listen to him and face the damage he was causing him.

—Just a little longer... it'll be over soon. I promise.

The metal door bent under the force with which he opened it.

He knelt beside Mikey, his arms carefully surrounding his body, holding him as if he would break at the touch.

Mikey let out a weak sob and his head fell against Donnie's chest.

Donatello closed his eyes, swallowing his guilt, his hands caressing his face tenderly, in an attempt at comfort.

 

As soon as the drug wore off, he could administer the drug he always used to alter Mikey's memories.

He would forget everything that happened in the lab and remain the same.

But Donnie didn't

He assumes this is the punishment he deserves for all the suffering he puts his younger brother through.

And the next time it was necessary... he would do it again.

Because there would always be a next time.

These were the consequences of being the family doctor.

Series this work belongs to:

• Part 1 of Historias Michelangelo
• Part 1 of Donatello's stories