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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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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.

[Don doesn't answer that. He's knows you're trying to help, Isamu, but really. He's done this before.

He reaches under the bed for the folded-up blanket, and flips it open, spreading it over Raph's arms and shoulders, tucking the corners in around his hands. Then, drawing a dagger from his belt, he cuts yard-long sections off the rope. These he loops around the bedposts, gently securing his brother's wrists and elbows to the mattress.

Then similarly for Raph's legs, using Donatello's own summer-discarded blanket.

When he finishes that, he begins picking apart the bandages at the base of Raph's wing, to give himself access to the place he needs to cut.

Hopefully Naoki will be back soon with that hot water.]

[Naoki returns soon enough with the hot water, making his way over to Don with it. He glances over at Isamu, expression briefly flickering, a little uncertain, before he looks back forward.]

...Tell me if you need me to do anything else.

[Isamu gets the feeling that he isn't needed all that badly now that they've found out Raph can't be magically healed. He gets out of Donatello's way but stays close to the bedside just in case he needs to, well, hold anything.

He glances down at the still motionless turtle.] Sorry about this, Sensei.

[Yes, Isamu, he does need you to hold something. He stretches out Raph's wing as carefully as possible, pinching the upper edge lightly between his fingers.] Isamu, hold this. Just like this. Naoki, hold the pan underneath.

[As they move into position, Don reaches to plunge his instruments into the steaming water. The dagger he leaves there, to heat. The scalpel he withdraws after a moment, and poises it above the last shreds of tissue connecting Raph's wing to his body. A bone saw, it turns out, would have been superfluous.]

[Deep breath.]

[And cut.]

[Naoki moves the pan as instructed, his mouth flinching preemptively when Don moves the instruments into the hot water. His eyes dart to the side, unable to watch the process.]

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