[Don's fingers close on the knife. Another steadying breath, and he presses the flat of the red-hot blade to the bleeding wound.]
Three seconds, Raph. One - two - there.
[He pulls the knife from the seared flesh, and holds it out to Naoki. As soon as it's out of his hand, he'll sink to his knees, shaking and pressing his forehead to the blankets.]
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Three seconds, Raph. One - two - there.
[He pulls the knife from the seared flesh, and holds it out to Naoki. As soon as it's out of his hand, he'll sink to his knees, shaking and pressing his forehead to the blankets.]