[He bends down near the other turtle, checking his vital signs. His brows immediately knit with worry.]Jesus, Don. He's half dead!
[His attention is turned to the wing. Touching it is going to be extremely painful for Raph, but he has to hold the severed area together so he can attempt to knit it back in place.] Sorry about this man. [He moves it carefully, laying it on the flat of his palm so that very little actual gripping of it is required. With his other hand, he quickly begins building up the necessary magic.]
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[His attention is turned to the wing. Touching it is going to be extremely painful for Raph, but he has to hold the severed area together so he can attempt to knit it back in place.] Sorry about this man. [He moves it carefully, laying it on the flat of his palm so that very little actual gripping of it is required. With his other hand, he quickly begins building up the necessary magic.]