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Twenty-third Theory [Action/Voice/Accidental Video]

((Backdated to this morning, of course.))

[An earthquake in Luceti? Don doesn't know how likely that is, except that apparently it's possible.]

[Somewhere in the back of his brain, he knows that you're supposed to stand in a doorway when an earthquake hits. But as the first tremors rumble through C6, knocking Don's journal off a shelf so that it falls open on the floor, all he can think is protect Raph.]

[He throws himself over his still-bedridden brother, holding him to the mattress and trusting the springs to cushion both of them from the worst of the shaking.]

[As soon as things are quiet, he'll dash to the other room and grab his bo, in case this earthquake was caused not by movement of fault lines but by big-jawed robots chomping their way through the building.]

[Noticing the open journal, he'll shout into it.] Did anyone else feel that?

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Not a problem, then. We can rig some sort of stretcher and get him out if we need to.

Do you want to move him to the house or stay put unless you have to move?

Um... [Looking around, trying to judge risks.] I don't know. You're the one with earthquake experience.

[More silence as Derek calculates the risk himself. Also, Don can probably hear the front door to C6 opening now, both outside and through the journal feed]

the community building is stable, but I think you and him would do better at the house anyway. And I can help you out better, there. Less people sticking their nose in, too.

Okay. But quickly.

[When you come in, Don will be rummaging in the bedroom closet for Raph's bo.]

[Derek sees this and nods at Don as he comes into the room. He'll make his way over to Raphael to assess the situation. Unfortunately, they don;t really have anything to use for a solid stretcher, so Derek will inspect the sheets to see if the fabric can take the strain of being dragged along a lot of terrain.

...Too bad there wasn't a nearby bridge. It was going to be a long haul going along available pathing.]

How much pain is he in?

Not much. He's too out of it to feel anything.

[Finding Raph's bo, Don moves back to the bed and lays the the two weapons on either side of his brother. Then he pulls up the sheet corners from the foot of the bed and starts tying them around the staffs.]

Can you tie a good knot, Derek?

[Derek nods at the information on Raphael's condition. It would make moving him easier.

By the time Don's asked about the knots, Derek has already caught on and started on the other side. Between his military training and rock climbing experience, he' got a good solid thing going on his side.

[Don suspected a military man would know how to tie knots. When his own knots are secure, he'll move to switch places with Derek.]

You take his feet.

[If Derek has spent any time thinking about Turtle anatomy, he might notice Don has given him the easier job.]

[He's noticed, but right now is not the time for misplaced 'father knows best' attitudes. He'll just grab his end and nod. Let's book.]

[Don gets a good grip on his end of the staffs, and eases Raph's weight onto his shoulders. He'll return Derek's nod, and when Derek starts moving, he'll match his pace.]

[He'd just fallen back asleep before you morons started jostling him around. Don't mind his pathetic excuse for fighting you guys. But it still might be enough to throw you off balance.]

Nnngh...put me down.

[And off they go. Derek seems very sure footed, and very swift; a sign of a man used to crawling over unsteady surfaces while carrying weight. He'll note things as they head down the path (he'd save them time and effort by going straight across the river, but he doesn't trust the water right now, and besides, that was just asking for an infection where Raph's missing wing was concerned. So, long winding haul to the house it is), but he doesn't stop. Priority right now is getting Raphael secure and checked out before he goes back out. ~~Family~~ housemates before others...]

[Raph may not have the strength or coordination for a real fight right now, but he sure knows how to throw his weight around. It takes Don all his balance skills to stay on his feet.

The walk is a long one.

By the time they get to the house, Don is half-tempted to drop Raph like a sack of potatoes. Fortunately, he is a patient and forgiving soul, and he keeps his ire in check until Raph has been safely deposited in the bed.]

Now stay there.

[He hates you, Don. He hates you so much right now. Between the dizziness and the jostling, it'd taken him every ounce of concentration he had to keep himself from losing his lunch on the way over.

But now that he's safely at the house, he'd never been so grateful to be bedridden. He buries his face in the pillow and measures his breathing, trying to regather his bearings.

Don't worry, Don, he's not going anywhere.]

[You know, for some reason, I didn't get your last response, there. Sorry about that and the messed up posting order]

[Derek will help get Raph settled, watching over him carefully before nodding at Don once it seemed his brother was going to stay put.]

I'll go get more blankets. Need anything to drink?

Some water, thanks.

[As soon as Derek leaves the room, Don will slump against the wall, exhausted. And under his breath, but maybe loud enough to hear:] Why do you have to be so impossible.

[Raph hears it, but doesn't say anything. There's really nothing to say. He knows he causes a lot of trouble. He knows how much Don's been doing for him, and if he wasn't so hopped up on pain meds right now, he'd probably apologize or thank him or something. But his brain refuses to work that way. All he knows is that he's damn tired, and wouldn't mind sleeping the rest of the day away.]

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