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Forty-Fourth Theory [Voice]

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Raph is back.

[It should be apparent from his voice and his merely-mediocre filter that he has been up all night. After his brief message, the recording continues for a few minutes, possibly transmitting the muted voices of other Hamatos in the background, before the feed cuts out.]

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When you can eat and drink on your own. [Hence the question about your stomach.]

[He doesn't want to talk about his stomach, only glares at the needle as if sheer power of will could make it disappear.]

I'm sorry.

[After what the Malnosso did, the last thing Don wants is to inflict more needles on his brother. If he had a magic way of putting nutrients in Raph's body, he would do it.]

[He's already making plans to pull it out when Don's not around. Maybe he'll feel guilty enough not to put it back in.

He only grunts his displeasure.]

[going here (http://i-speak-softly.livejournal.com/13851.html?thread=2314779#t2314779)]

[After talking with Don (http://i-speak-softly.livejournal.com/13851.html?thread=2291739#t2320667), Isamu makes his way quickly to the turtle residence.

He hesitates outside the door, giving it a couple cautious knocks.]

[Don looks up at the knock.]

That must be Isamu.

[And he goes to answer the door.]

Aw, crud.

[It's the strongest two words he's said since he got home. Come on, bro. Haven't you heard of giving a guy a little privacy? He tries to sit up a little and not look like such a pathetic mess.]

Hey.

[Isamu nods a greeting to Don as he steps inside.]

So where's the idiot at?

[Don makes a vague gesture. A more specific gesture shouldn't be necessary, as the idiot is in plain view on the couch.]

Thanks for coming.

[Raph manages to lug himself into a mostly sitting position, propped up with pillows. He thinks he's done pretty good by himself, trying to look halfway normal. But if he could see himself in a mirror, that'd be almost laughable. Needless to say, the guy looks like crap - thin, bruised, and swollen. But that won't keep him from trying.

There's no blanket over him, just a massive sunlamp casting its warm yellow light over his bandaged plastron. When he speaks, the strain of reaching somewhat normal volume makes his voice sound like his throat's coated in sandpaper.]

Watch who you're callin' idiot, moron.

Edited 2011-05-18 21:39 (UTC)

Do you need anything? I could bring something over, or help, maybe.

Thanks, uh - Keimi. I appreciate it.

Maybe later, thanks. [Better to have people in reserve for a second shift, rather than invite them all over at once.]

Right. Then, for now, I should let you go.

I'll call you later, Ami. [If anything happens that you would want to know about.]

I'd call you an idiot on your deathbed, idiot.

[He tries not to have too strong a reaction to Raph's appearance, but a concerned frown takes over his features nonetheless.]

Don't suppose there's anything my healing can do?

You're welcome to take a turn. [If Raph will let you, that is.] I'm all used up...

[Don dozes fitfully, while Robert does other things. In about forty minutes he comes awake, his interal alarm telling him with quiet surety that he needs to get up now.]

[He disentangles himself from Robert and sits up, glancing briefly at what his partner is doing before reaching for his own journal.]

[Raph just frowns petulantly. He's starting to feel like a healing magic pinata at this rate. His kind of wounds are the kind that have to get worse before they get better - that raw, visceral soreness of internal damage he's never felt before thanks to the shell.

He wants to tell everybody to just leave him alone, but he doubts he has much say in the matter. All he can do is sigh.]

[Robert is likely in the middle of some conversation at this point; he pauses briefly to smile affectionately at Don - a real, bright smile, although it is fleeting ~~and the last one Don will probably see him make today~~. He doesn't say anything yet, necessarily; after all, he doesn't want to interrupt Don, and though the video might be off by this point anyway, it's still awkward.

Though the closeness is very appreciated, especially at this trying time... which will only get more trying in a bit.]

[Don smiles back, weakly, and apparently unaware of the labcoat wafflemarks all over his face and arms.]

[He opens his journal to check his messages.]

[~~They are cute marks so nobody minds.~~

Robert turns to Don and asks, softly, trying not to overpower his journal:] Do you feel any better now...? That... wasn't much of a rest...

[He's just being protective of you, Don. That's all.

~~It's not nervousness over whether Vivi's stuck somewhere or anything... or worse.~~]

I'm fine.

[He talks to a few people, briefly. Robert may hear him inviting Isamu to the house.]

[Before he gets up to check on Raph:] Um... Two things. Remind me later.

Edited 2011-05-19 01:17 (UTC)

... I am glad.

[He is... because he didn't know if he could stand to see Don sick or exhausted much more.

And Robert doesn't know Isamu, but he hopes that Isamu's presence will be a comfort.]

Oh? Certainly, Don... what did you need me to remind you about?

[Robert looks up at Don almost endearingly, unaware of how difficult it will actually be to remind Don later.]

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