April's P.O.V.

April wiped away another tear as she cleaned up the supplies. She had cried silently the whole time the turtles had carried Donnie back to the lair. She was so afraid she'd lose him, that she'd never get to tell him she felt the same way. He'd lost a lot of blood by the time they reached the lair, but none of Donnie's brothers really knew how to treat a gunshot wound. That left April, who had listened to every word Donnie had told her about medicine, to look after him.
She threw away more of the bloodied bandages, and then soaked a washcloth to lay on Donnie's forehead. As she approached, she saw the blood smeared all over his mask, from his struggle with Rahzar. She had completely forgot about his possible concussions, and quickly removed his mask to check for any signs of injury.
She turned his head, checking over him before being satisfied that at least he hadn't gotten any concussion. She was about to turn away when Donnie sighed in his sleep. April spun around, expecting him to jump up and comfort her, tell her it would be alright, but instead, she found Donnie's face contorted in pain, still unconscious.
She rushed over to him, trying to think what to do to ease the agony he was inevitably going through. April had already given him pain meds, so she couldn't give him anything else. She sat down beside him on the cot, studying his maskless features with worry.
She reached over and laid her hand on his cheek, calming him instantly. April thought of all the times Donnie had helped her, when her dad got mutated, when she was abducted by the Kraang, the countless times he'd saved her from danger. Now she sat beside him, trying to return the favor... but what if it wasn't enough? What if April couldn't help him? What if...
April broke into tears. She sank to her knees, looking at Donnie and praying he would be alright.
"Please, please," she pleaded quietly, looking at Donnie sadly through tears, "I can't lose you."
She looked back at the door, thinking about the clothes she would have to wear in a few hours to the dance. She couldn't live with the fact that Donnie had risked his life, just to see her happy. She glanced back at Donnie.
"I-I want you to know," she began, her voice almost a whisper, "that I never really liked Casey. I like you so much more, I just didn't know how to tell you. And now... It might be too late. But I want you to know, that you can never be replaced by anyone else, because... because I love you. I love you, Donatello, and I will never be ashamed of that."
Donnie smiled faintly in his sleep, then frowned as more pain overtook him. April smiled sadly, brushing a strand of her red hair behind her ear, then walked out.
(1 hour later)
Donnie's P.O.V.
Darkness. nothing but darkness. Donnie floated in and out of consciousness. His thoughts slowly came back to him... the fight, the gunshot, April... and then pain. A sharp pain ran through his leg, and if he had been able to stand, Donnie was sure he would have fallen immediately. Suddenly, a flash of light. he saw himself, being carried into the lair by his brothers. April was behind them, weeping, and Donnie's heart sank. Why had he gone after that diadem? He'd made April, the love of his life, so sad and unhappy, that he thought, why did I even go in the first place?
Then he remembered. He had gone after that purple dragon to make her happy, to see her face light up when she saw her mother's diadem again. But all he had done was make things worse.
Donnie watched as Leo and Raph laid him on the cot in the lab, then turned to April. April nodded, then began treating Donnie's wounds... with skill and speed. 'she actually listened to me,' he thought, 'she listened to me talking about all that boring medicine stuff.'
Another flash of light, and Donnie saw himself again, his wounds cleaned and wrapped, with April watching over him.
He watched as she removed his mask and checked for concussions, and then another wave of pain came over him. he saw himself wincing, and April rushed over, resting a hand on his cheek.
She suddenly burst into tears, looking at him, and began talking to him. Donnie could only catch a few words.
"Never... Casey... might... too late... never replaced... anyone... I love you."
Donnie caught his breath. Her words became clearer, and he couldn't believe what she said.
"I love you, Donatello, and I will never be ashamed of that."
Donnie smiled so big that he could've sworn he looked exactly like the Cheshire Cat. She... she loved him. SHE LOVED HIM!!! Donnie's head spun, too excited and shocked and confused to think. SHE--
A crippling flash of pain stopped Donnie's thoughts, and then he was on the cot, then back into darkness. Back and forth, back and forth, until...
Donnie bolted upright, gasping in pain as he moved his injured leg. his vision came into sharper focus. He pressed his hand to where April had laid hers, and thought, what if that was just a dream?
Donnie shook his head, clearing his mind. He didn't care if what he saw was a dream or reality, he had to ask April... had to tell her he loved her.
Donnie glanced over to the corner nearby, where a crutch laid, and shifted toward it, swaying as dark spots danced before his eyes. He managed to bring himself to a standing position, leaning heavily on the crutch and beginning to make his way out of the lab.
Out of the corner of his eye, Donnie saw his mask, washed and laying on the lab table. He smiled. April must have washed it while I was out. He slowly put the mask back on and hobbled to the entrance.
No hesitation, he kept telling himself, She confessed to you... now it's your turn.

Oh wow... just... wow.
Leo, Raph,Mikey: *speechless*
Me: you know what? * slams pencil down* I've had enough of this. DONNIE!
Donnie: *comes into room* what? I was working.
Me: you have to ask April out. No if ands or buts.
Raph, Leo, and Mikey: o.o
Donnie: alright. I-i was gonna do it tonight anyway.
Me: really? *jumps up and down* this is awesome!!! Finally!
Donnie: *rolls eyes and walks out*
Leo: Smooth.
Me: thank you, thank you. See you, my lovelies!