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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[causeblocked.livejournal.com]

[Have a look at what? Isamu is blanking out a little, but he does as asked. Thankfully, the blankets had done their job of keeping much chafing from occurring with the ropes.]

Think he's okay. As far as his limbs go, anyway.

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[meanandgreen.livejournal.com]

[Raph blinks the water from his eyes, still not quite clearing his vision. When Isamu's shadow comes across his field of view, he recognizes that voice. His smile quickly turns into a wince, voice thin and shaking from the tremors taking over his body.]

W're you doin'...m-mama's boy?

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[causeblocked.livejournal.com]

[...Even now, Raph? ;;

Isamu moves immediately to lay a hand on the turtle's shell again, expression surprisingly stern.] Nothing, man. Now keep still. Take some slow, deep breaths.

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[meanandgreen.livejournal.com]

[Of course!

Raph closes his eyes again, curling into himself a little. He knows the meditation techniques. Back at home they never had the luxury of painkillers stronger than tylenol donated by generous friends, and all four of them have suffered through broken bones this way.

But this isn't just a broken bone, it's a broken part of his entire being, like your soul's been ripped in two. It makes every inch of him throb with agony, tearing his mind from any form of concentration.

Shell, he wishes Splinter was here to help him. The thought brings on the threat of tears, but he won't open his eyes again.]

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[i_speak_softly]

[Don reaches forward, his fingers searching across the blankets. When he finds Raph's elbow, he pulls it back, so he can hold his brother's hand. Steady pressure.]

[Focus, Raph. Everything will be okay.]

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[denyingreasons.livejournal.com]

[Naoki stands quietly, unsure what he can offer or do besides rest a hand on Raph's shell wordlessly.]

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[causeblocked.livejournal.com]

You're a piece of work. Both of you.

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[i_speak_softly]

[Not the time, Isamu. Meditating through pain is hard, and your snide remarks aren't helping. He'll raise his head just long enough to give you a glare that clearly says shut up.]