i_speak_softly | Thirty-Eighth Theory [Action]

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Thirty-Eighth Theory [Action]

[Before Don goes out this morning, he leaves a note on the kitchen table.]

GONE TO THE SMITHY.
BACK TONIGHT.

[Two days ago he was angry with his brothers for being overprotective, but today everything is different. He genuinely wants them to know where he is, because they've all just been reminded how suddenly a person can vanish.]

[Part of him thinks he should have just stayed home, but... April never wanted him to give up on his work, no matter how futile it seemed. With that in mind, he heads into the village to keep a promise. The promisee is gone too, this time kidnapped before he even started working, but he's going to keep his word anyway. It's not like his curse could cause any further disaster.]

[... Maybe.]

[At any rate, he'll spend the day making tuning forks, for reasons he doesn't entirely understand. While he works, he'll keep an eye out for Sokka. He needs to talk to him about... a certain matter.]

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[Don picks up an empty bottle, thoughtfully.] Leo... let him go.

[Leo looks to Don for a moment. There's some hesitation before he lets go, backing off a bit. He looks back to Raph, watching him. Worried about what he might do now that he's loose. But if that last stumble was anything to go by..]

[Raph wrenches away from Leo's grasp the moment it loosens, and the momentum makes him scramble sideways a half a step until he gets his feet under him.

Once he's steady, he thrusts a finger at Leo's plastron.]

Don' touch me. Don' touch me ever again, y-you fuckin' poser.

[Leo reminds himself that Raph's drunk, evidenced by the empty bottles. Raph didn't mean what he said.]

I wasn't going to let you do something you'd regret, Raph. [Like attacking his brothers with that glass shard. His voice is calm and firm, since getting angry at an angry drunk was liable to make them angrier.]

Yeah? An' who gives you the right ta jus' parade around in here and start givin' orders? I don' gotta listen to you! We were doin' jus' fine without you!

[That definitely stung a little, but he keeps his features schooled.]

I haven't been parading around. I was telling you to stop and to calm down. You weren't thinking straight and I was trying to get you to listen.

[Given the situation, somebody had to try and get through to him. He was glad that Raph seemed to of calmed down at least a little. He wasn't trying to kick them out anymore.

I'm fine. I'm thinkin' just freakin' peachy. [Says the turtle with the blood trail running down his arm and dripping off his elbow.] You got no right tellin' me if I'm thinkin' or not. You don' even know me. Who th' hell're you? Huh?

[He shoves at Leo's chest.]

Whatcha gonna do about it? Huh Fearless? [He tries to shove again, throwing more weight into it this time.] Huh!?

I'm your brother. [He answers simply. The blood catches his attention, however, and he eyes it with concern.] We need to stop the bleeding.

[He looks around the wrecked room. This place isn't that safe for for them, much less a drunk person.] Raph go sit down in the living room. [Preferably before the other turtle falls down. He's hoping Raph will listen, he doesn't want him to get injured worse.

He looks to Don.]

Don get the first aid kit. He's bleeding pretty badly.

[Don glances at the wounds, even though he's already seen them and classified them as superficial.]

It's not as bad as it looks.

[The air is getting thicker, and the room swims around him. He can't breathe, he can't get a foothold. The whiskey burns like a hot poker in his stomach. He swallows hard and tries to gulp for air.

Leo's nothing but a green blob now. He has to squint to make sure it's him, make sure he's listening. Are you listening now, Leo?]

'M not goin' anywhere. This's my room.

[The room spins again and he sways dangerously.]

They should still be taken care of. [He looks to Don again] We have a bigger problem. He's not eaten in days and with as drunk as he is... [Does he really need to go on? He looks back to the swaying Raph, automatically reaching out to help steady him.]

Raph if you stay in here you could get hurt worse. [Which is what Leo's concerned about and why he wants Raph out of the room.]

He hasn't eaten either? [He moves around behind Raph, quietly and efficiently clearing a safe place for him to collapse.] Sit down, Raph. You don't have to leave.

'M not leavin'. [He braces himself against Leo, only half-aware he's doing it. He's obviously the only thing keeping him upright.] Lemme alone. I made a sign, but nobody can read or some shit.

[He hangs his head and doesn't let go of his brother's shoulder. Everything's blurry and his face is hot. His brother's voices sound like they're talking at the end of a tunnel, and he can't make heads or tails of what they're saying. It's like he's having an out of body experience.

And he really needs to throw up. His chest heaves and he gags hard, but nothing comes up. Probably for the better, though, since he's aiming toward Leo's plastron.]

No he hasn't. [Leo wasn't sure what affect this could have on Raph though.

He'll hold Raph up, no complaints there for now. He also watches Don clear space.] We're in here because we're your brothers. We're worried about you.

Alright no leaving. But you're still sitting down. [He'll move to get Raph sitting on the cleared floor.]

[Once a space is clear, Don moves to take over the task of helping Raph more-or-less gracefully to the floor, gesturing for Leo to grab the garbage can.]

Sorry, I must have forgotten how to read when I quit going to school.

[His brothers manage to guide him to the floor gently enough save for the last few inches. He plops down hard on his butt and won't stop leaning against Don if he decides to stay. He's too dizzy to sit up on his own otherwise.]

Y'sonnuva...fuckin' quitter.

[His head lolls forward his chest gives another heave.]

[Leo retrieves the can, and sets it in front of Raph]

I know. [A little push of healing magic should be all the prompting Raphael's body needs to empty its stomach.]

[The healing magic jolts his stomach, and he projectile vomits bile and mucous, partially missing the garbage can.]

Leo's watching him with concern, while keeping out of the firing range. He'll reach to add a, he hopes, comforting hand hand to one of Raph's shoulders.]

[While Raph is recovering from that, Don will take advantage of his temporary immobility to focus another shot of healing magic on his arm. A few minutes of concentration, and the wounds will be mostly closed.]

[Raph hangs over the garbage can, eyes closed, and convulses with dry heaves that wrack his whole body. But there's nothing in his stomach. All he can throw up is more threads of mucous.]

I d-d-don' feel g-good. [He moans and heaves again. And even with his brothers' hands on him, he just can't stay upright.]

[Leo will tighten his grip a little to try and keep Raph up right. But the vomiting was only adding to the others weakness.]

Don, anything else I can get for him? [He's definitely wanting to do more to help.]

He'd probably appreciate some water. [For his own part, he'll rub Raph's shell - no magic now, but only the simple healing power of touch.]

Got it. [He'll make sure Don's got him, before he's slipping out of the room. Shortly later he's coming back with a glass of water. He crouches down by Raph.]

Here Raph, this will help. [He'll help lean Raph back enough and help him, to drink the water if needed.