i_speak_softly | Forty-Sixth Theory [Voice/Action]

((Action part backdated to the wee hours of this morning.))

[The horror ends at midnight.]

[Sort of.]

[Don doesn't know how long it takes him to realize that he's lying on cobblestone instead of mud, and that the water pooling around him is only the rain running off his own skin.]

[It's still raining now, but so lightly he can't even feel it through the numbness.]

[He gets up. People are running in every direction. Someone had organized a clinic and healers, and everywhere he looks the injured are being tended to.]

[There are no provisions for the dead. There are never any bodies.]

[Don turns away from the confusion, points his steps towards home. The walk seems to take a long time. When he gets there, the house is quiet. Don finds Mike asleep at the kitchen table, gives him what may be a startlingly cold hug, inhales the plate of spaghetti at his elbow, and moves on.]

[He closes the door of his room, drops his gear to the ground. Climbs into Leo's bed and finds his brother not yet asleep.]

We lost.

[That's all the words he has energy for.]

[He sleeps for the next thirty-six hours. He wakes intermittently to whisper half-intelligible accounts of the battle into Leo's ear. He runs a low fever.]

[On Wednesday afternoon he manages to get out of bed - or at least sit up, if his family won't allow any more than that - speak to his brothers and father, listen to his messages on the journal. In the evening he'll put out some short, poorly-filtered messages to obvious people.]

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Ms. Daisy... I lost the samples.

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Frederic, I'm so sorry. Do you want me to come over?

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Mr. Mulder. Did you make it back safely?

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Kay, ah... What are you doing Saturday?

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((Feel free to leave Voice messages, but assume Don's replies are forward-dated to tomorrow. You may also get a more-timely response from one of his journal-stealing housemates.))

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[Don't mind Raph hanging in the doorway, guys. He has his arms folded, shifting from foot to foot, just watching his brothers. He's glad Don's back. There's no doubt about that. But he's content to ghost around and let the others handle it for now.]

'm awake. [Did he hug you before, Mikey? He can't remember. He'll do it now.]

[Yeah, Leo'll hang back and just watch for the moment. He knows that Raph's there too, and glances back at him briefly.

[Mike hugs Don back fiercely.]

Are you hungry?

[Are you okay? Are you in one piece? I missed you.]

Starving.

[And tired and sore and dirty and BITTEN BY A PIRANHA, but mostly okay and glad to be home.]

I'll get you something!

[He runs out of the room. Based on the noise he's making he's bringing you the whole kitchen. He's also going to be a while. (You're getting a Dagwood sandwich, Donnie. Are you ready for this?)]

[Raph moves into the room to get out of Mike's way as he leaves. He stares at Don as if he has something to say, but doesn't dare say it.

I'm glad you're back.]

You should get cleaned up. If you're up for it.

[The bite wound is bandaged and cleaned, but who knows what else he's carrying.

Please. [He hauls himself to a sitting position so Leo can pull him to his feet. As he gets up, he'll cast an uncertain look at Raph.]

[Raph just looks away and heads for the kitchen. Looks like Leo's got it handled.]

[Leo watches Raph and sighs when he retreats after looking away. He'll help Donny up, and to go wash up.]

Mikey, taking Donny to get washed up. [He calls to Mikey in the kitchen when they pass. Since he knows his brother's busy making that sandwhich quick.]

[Sorry, Leo, Don has to lean his dirty self on you all the way to the bathroom.]

's he okay?

[Must not wince, must not wince. Nah, he doesn't mind, though the filthy sheets are definitely getting changed, or cleaned, or both, while you eat...if Raph and Mikey let him leave you with them for a bit.]

No, he's not. [Physically he was getting better, even if he wasn't a 100%. But Raph's not too happy. How do you tell your sick brother, that Mikey and Raph didn't take the news before the draft well?]

[Just this look, as Don climbs into the tub. Don't make him ask all the questions.]

[Leo will help you into the tub, and turn on the water, getting it to the right temperature. He knows the look though.]

He's been sulking around since he came back from his kidnapping.

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[That isn't news, but at least nothing else has happened.]

[Don relaxes into the rising water, letting it soak away the dirt.]

[Unless Don protests, Leo will help clean off the rest of what the water doesn't remove on it's own.]

[Clean away, bro. Don might just doze off a little in the tub.]

[That works too, good way to relax sore, tired muscles. He'll clean away, occasionally shifting a limb or just shifting you forward to get to an area to clean.

[Oh, he's relaxed, all right. He's so relaxed you may have to periodically haul him back upright as he gently keels over into the water. Or not. It isn't like he's going to drown.]

[He'll haul you back up once he gets your shell clean. Once he's done, he'll drain the water. He'll grab a towel to get him dry.]

Come on Donny, wake up. Mikey's got food with your name on it.

[That perks him up, moderately. He's starving.]

[Whenever you get there, Mike's in the kitchen putting the finishing touches on a sandwich literally six inches high.]

[Perking up is just what he wanted to see. He'll get Don dry, then help him up and out of the tub. They head out of the bathroom, and soon arrive at the kitchen.]

Here he is, good and clean. Ready for Food. [He'll pull out a seat and help Don sit down.]

[Don falls into the chair and onto the sandwich, devouring the latter in minutes. Talk amongst yourselves, guys; your brother is too busy chowing down.]

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