Twenty-second Theory [Voice/Action]

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((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_speak_softly]

[That thing Raph just collapsed on? Don's arm. His weight drags Don down, pinning him and forcing him to hunch over. It isn't the most authoritative position from which to respond to Chopper.]

He was fine.

[And he's not overprotective, he just has Rules. Rules that include no forced drugs, unless it's really a matter of life or death.]

No. I'll take it from here.

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[tanukipoint.livejournal.com]

[No, he wasn't. But there's no point in arguing with Don at this point, and Chopper's tired. He slings the bag over his shoulder and looks up over at Brook.] I'm done. Let's go back home.

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[skulljokelol.livejournal.com]

[Yeah, Brook's just been sitting over here because LJ notifs FAILED ME I'M SORRY, keeping out of the way for now. He didn't need to understand the medical jargon to know that Chopper did everything he did because it was necessary.

Hopefully Raph will be feeling better soon because of it. Brook might come back around when he does, but for now it's time to go. He nods to Chopper, then smoothly reaches an arm down to scoop the little reindeer back up to his shoulder.

A small tip of the hat to the turtles, even if only one is conscious enough to see it.] Good day to you, gentlemen. As best as you can have, at least.

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[Don twists around to face his guests. He could lift Raph if he had to, but not in any particularly gentle way, and manhandling him is probably not a good idea right now.]

Thanks, Brook. I'd see you out, but I really can't get away just now.