Based on the "It's Okay" image on devaintArt by lorna-ka: art/It-s-okay-371244282

Donatello stared at the glass container with an unhealthy obsession. He couldn't help it. Even if he wanted to pry his eyes away, his body rejected his request. Whenever he walked into the lab now, his eyes naturally found the container that stored what used to be Timothy, A.K.A the Pulverizer.

He and the blob could stare at one another for hours. Sometimes the eyes would close and take a sleep like state. Donatello would find a place to sit and just take in the creature he had created. Well, let it be created.

Seeing Timothy like that killed Donatello. If only he had been there in time...stopped him...he'd still be the bubbly dufus his brothers both loved and hated. Still be wearing that stupid green suit of his, still trying to find his calling in life...

"Donnie, you would not believe my day! Not only did my aunt buy the story we created, she-Donnie?" April walked into the lab. Donatello jumped and threw the blanket he used to cover Timothy over his container and looked away.

"Donnie...is everything okay?"

"Yeah...just...working on stuff, is all."

Donatello picked up a wrench but he couldn't remember what he was going to use it for. Probably for some kind of machine he had been building...but honestly, nothing came to mind on what he had been working on before all of this.

He could hear the red head hesitate before walking over to him. He could feel soft hands guide his face to look at her. His eyes met blue orbs and he wanted to look away in shame. He was a murderer. Well, not in the right sense but he felt like he killed what had been Timothy.

April looked over at the covered container and back to Donatello. "Is that him?"

"You know about that?"

"The guys told me. I'm so sorry, Donnie. It's not your fault."

"Yes it is, April."

April stepped in front of him and began to wrap her arms around his shoulders, resting her head against his. He brought his arm up and rested it on her shoulder. His eyes casted downward, much sadness in his eyes. It scared the ginger. She had never seen her friend like this before.

"Donnie...it's not. I know it feels like it...but Pulverizer would have done this eventually, with or without you there. He wanted something he thought he could have. That was his own ignorance, not yours. And I know you probably don't believe me, but it isn't your fault. And you will get through this. I believe in you. I know you can..."

Donatello closed his eyes and tears spilled through his lids and over his mask. April sat comfortably in his lap and the mutant dipped his head to burry his face into the crook of her neck. She rubbed at his head, neck, shoulders and shell.

"It's okay, it's okay..."

Would it be, though? In his mind's eye, he saw Timothy's covered container. Alone...no way of properly talking or being himself...but he knew April was right. It wasn't his fault. Timothy had gotten himself into that situation, not Donatello. Timothy was Timothy, and even if Donatello hadn't stepped in, April was right: Timothy would have gotten himself into it on his own. He was lucky to have had Donatello there to rescue him. To try to make him normal...

The mutant sighed and held onto April more snuggly. She was so soft and warm...and real. Someone besides his brothers, who honestly weren't big on comforting as April was. He erased his thoughts and gave in to listening to April's comforting words: "It's okay...it's okay..."