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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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[Leo cleans up as well. What a mess this was.]

That's...what I would like to know. I think we need to start keeping an eye out in case he brings any more home.

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[He picks up a broken piece of chair.] If I can say nothing else for Raph's behavior in Luceti, I can at least say that he hasn't lost his ninja skills.

Which is good. [He was glad they could both still defend themselves, and still practiced, even when he, and Master Splinter, had not been around.]

[A sardonic smile.] Not for us.

No, but he's not the only ninja in this house. [He grins a little. This should be interesting.]

[Don returns the smile, but not very enthusiastically. He has too much on his mind.]

[The smile remains for a bit before it fades as he works on cleaning up. He goes to retrieve a broom and pan to pick up the glass, to dump them in the can as well.]

[They clean in silence. When they finish, Raph is still lying motionless on the floor.]

[Don taps his shoulder.] Raph... you ready to go out to the couch now?

[No response. He just lies there, mouth open in the small puddle of vomited mucous, trembling in a strange, jerky way that's not quite shivering. His skin is cold and clammy to the touch.]

[Leo will come back from putting away the broom and pan.]

All right, you get his feet, I'll get his head. [He frowns in concern as he moves up to Raph. He wasn't looking good] And we'll need a blanket.

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No, wait. [He moves his hand to Raph's forehead, then leans over to listen to his breathing.] Leo, I think he has alcohol poisoning. ... I think he's having a seizure.

What do we do?

Hold him down. Don't let him hurt himself. [He'll move to gently pin Raphael's twitching arms.]

[The tremors are pretty minor, at least. It's more like really over-exaggerated twitchy shivering. If they're determined to hold him down the entire time, he'll probably keep going for nearly ten minutes.]

Got it. [He'll move to help hold him down as well]

[Don will wait it out. He doesn't want to attempt healing magic on something like this, and he doesn't think he has any anti-seizure drugs in the medkit, even if he were willing to send Leo to get it.]

Come on, Raph. You better not have given yourself brain damage...

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[His breathing is slow and shallow, but his pulse is strong once it normalizes after the seizure. Still, he'll remain unconscious.]

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[Leo waits it out, watching. He's worried about how long it takes to stop, but he's relieved when it does. He looks to Don, who knows more about this.]

Don, now what?

[He bites his thumb, nervously. He's never dealt with this before.] He's thrown up everything he's going to. We should let him metabolize the rest.

Let's move him to the couch then.

[He nods, sliding his hands under Raph's shoulders.] On three.

[Leo moves over and takes a hold of Raph's legs.]

One. Two. Three. [At three they both lift him up off the floor. They get him out of the room, and out to the living room where they lay him on the couch.]

[Don takes the blanket from the back of the couch, flaps it out, and drapes it over Raph.]

Do you want to sit with him first or should I?

[As if answering, Leo sits down in one of the chairs.]

We'll both stay with him. I doubt either of us will get any sleep tonight.

[Don knows he won't, but for other reasons.]

[He'll take the other chair, without any further comment, and make himself comfortable.]

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