i_speak_softly | Twenty-second Theory [Voice/Action]

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Twenty-second Theory [Voice/Action]

((Forward-dated to tomorrow morning. Or whenever the draftees get sent back from the battle. Follows from this.))

[Donatello opens his eyes, and there's color. He's in his apartment again.

Raph is beside him, still in the deathlike sleep of torpor. The bandages on his wing are a little reddened with blood.

And Don feels cold. He no longer has a button for requesting medical supplies; he hasn't yet learned to use healing magic.

But he knows someone who can use it, and while his shell-cells may not have followed him back from the battlefield, his journal is lying within reach.

He can't be bothered to filter.]

Isamu... I need your help.

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[Completely missing that Isamu is worried about the wrong thing.] I know that!

[He kneels at the foot of the bed and tries to calm himself. There's a healer here now, someone he can trust. It's going to be okay.]

Do what you have to do. He can't feel anything now anyway.

He's barely breathing. Did just the damage to his wing do this?

[Though he asks these questions, Isamu can't focus on much more beside the healing now. He weaves the energy into the wound as normal, meaning to 'sew' the damaged parts together, and begins frowning when it doesn't work as naturally for him now as it has been. Is he doing something wrong?]

What? [Don leans forward to feel Raph's pulse again. It's the same.] No, he's just in torpor... [Because everyone knows what that means.]

In what? ...Never mind.

...This isn't working like it should be. Do you know anything about how our wings work? Aside from "don't lose them?"

Hibernative statis...

No, I - [He stretches out his wings and moves them up and down in a motion that barely qualifies as flapping.] They don't work at all for us. The weight ratios, it's impossible... [Don't mind him; he spouts incomprehensible geekbabble when he's panicking.]

I mean when it comes to healing...

I should just call Naoki.

[Don falls silent. He should have studied. If they'd been at home, and one of them had suddenly grown wings, he would have studied. Luceti has made him too complacent.]

[He turns his journal to a fresh page, and pushes it across the floor.]

[Isamu gets a hold of Naoki (http://i-speak-softly.livejournal.com/7670.html?thread=934902#t934902) without any difficulty, almost as if he'd been waiting for the call, and after talking with him looks to Donatello with a frown.]

You get all that?

Yes. [He rubs Raph's ankle, distractedly, while looking at the bandaged wing.] Will it really grow back? We heal quickly, but - not like that...

I dunno, dude. He'd know better than me. [Hopefully not from first-hand experience, though...]

You can have him look at it when he gets here if you want.

[It's only after taking Naoki a little bit to grab as much medical supplies he needs (however much they might end up needing) from the clinic. He makes his way into C6 and toward the room.]

[Don turns, reaching reflexively for a bo staff that isn't there.

But it's only Naoki.

He kneels again, glancing from Isamu's friend to his prone brother, silently inviting him to give whatever help he can.]

Get over here, man. [Isamu motions to Naoki without looking away from Raph's injury.]

What do you think about this?

[Naoki makes his way over to Isamu, lowering into a crouch next to him, putting the supplies on the floor. He leans forward, yellow eyes narrowed and scanning.]

...It's been sliced off at the bone. It's already off--it's impossible for it to heal like this. [He glances over at Isamu.] If it's going to regrow, this should... [He stops. He doesn't want to say 'come off'.]

[Flatly. He already knows how that sentence is going to end.] Should what?

[Isamu groans.] I was so hoping you wouldn't say that.

Sorry... [Naoki shakes his head slightly, looking down.] But it should be removed.

[Deep breath, Don. You knew that was coming.] Okay. I - I'll do it.

You may want a tool - a blade of some sort. Might as well make the separation as clean as possible.

[For goodness sakes, Isamu, do you think he's going to tear it off with his bare hands?

He'll ignore that comment.]

I need - a scalpel. A bone saw. A cauterizer. And - [General anaesthetic? On the one hand, he doesn't want to run the risk that a Turtle can be roused from his torpor, but on the other hand, this is not a good time to be adding artificial depressants to Raph's system.] Restraints.

[Naoki's eyes switch to the medical supplies he brought with him. He drags the bag closer, pushes it toward Donatello. He hadn't even looked at half the things (wasn't sure what a few were) he'd grabbed, snatched anything that he thought could be useful.]

[He was just trying to look like he knew what he was doing. ;;

Instead, he'll step back and let Don do his thing.]

[Don sorts through the supplies, his mind already working ahead to see each step of the process.]

Naoki, go to the kitchen. Boil some water and find a clean pan.

Isamu, the closet of my workroom, there's some rope...

[Naoki nods wordlessly and moves off to the kitchen to do just that, digging through cupboards for a clean pan as he puts on water to boil.]

Closet of...? Sure. [The work room should be easy enough to locate, right? Whatever looks likes it's usually occupied by a tech wiz.

He returns shortly with the rope in question.] We should put some cloth between the ropes and his skin, right? To limit abrasions? Unless turtles skin is tough enough to do without it.

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