Twenty-fourth Theory [Action/Accidental Voice]

[i_speak_softly]

[Happy Sunday, Luceti. Donatello hopes you're having a better morning than he is. That shouldn't be very difficult, given that right now he's wishing he were dead.

He tends to feel that way when he's having a migraine. And right now he's having just about the worst one he's ever had. He woke up this morning with thirty-two years worth of memories trying to cram themselves into his sixteen-year-old brain, and the laws of nature just don't really like that kind of thing. Thus, Donatello will be lying in a dark room, moaning quietly to himself, until the superabundance of memories sorts itself out and normal mental functioning is able to resume.

He'd really appreciate some silence right now. But the journal is open on his nightstand, you can probably hear his misery, and nothing but the goodness of your heart is stopping you from making his horrible day even worse.]

Comments

[meanandgreen.livejournal.com]

[Derek told him you weren't doing too good, bro. Raph's just not sure what that entails. He hasn't been home in over a week, and he's been too wrapped up in fearing everyone hates him to come back just yet. Still, he's obscenely worried.]

Don?

[i_speak_softly]

Ah-ooooaaahhhh...

[Translation: Is it really necessary for you to be making any kind of noise right now?]

*obligatory 'hey dude, your brother asked for you' post XD

[derek-bliss.livejournal.com]

[Derek's pretty much left Donnie to himself, but after his short talk with Raph (http://derek-bliss.livejournal.com/345714.html?thread=3295090#t3295090) He'll interrupt Don's rest just enough to pass the word on. He'll knock as gently as he can before sticking his head in.]

Raphael asked me to ask you to contact him, all right?

[meanandgreen.livejournal.com]

[Yeah, it's time to cut the crap. Raph's coming home, now.]

Hang tight, bro. I'm comin'.

[i_speak_softly]

[Journal, how do you always manage to be open when you should be closed? Don fumbles weakly for the book, but can't seem to find it.]

[i_speak_softly]

Wh- who? Anthony...

[derek-bliss.livejournal.com]

[Derek keeps his voice low, just above a whisper, and does his best to block the light from the hallway with his body.]

Yeah, it's me...or 'Derek'...which ever way.

Can you guys take ibuprofen, or will that just make you sick?

[i_speak_softly]

[Don buries his face in the pillow. His voice is muffled.]

I - don't know...

[derek-bliss.livejournal.com]

All right. We'll hold off on that, then.

Want a cold cloth for your head?

[meanandgreen.livejournal.com]

[Within ten minute's time, Raph wanders into the living room, looking cagey and nervous. He'll duck into Don's room before he risks running into anyone else.]

[i_speak_softly]

Nnnn...

[Translation: Whatever you want, whoever you are.]

[derek-bliss.livejournal.com]

[Derek will take that as a 'yes', and disappear out of the room for several moments. When he comes back, it's with several wash cloths, a bowl of ice water, and two buckets--one for the washclothes after use, and the other just in case...yeah. Just in case.

Within a few moments, he's back, carefully pressing the first of the cool damp clothes to Donnie's forhead.]

[meanandgreen.livejournal.com]

[The door swings open silently, the light from the hallway pouring into the room. He thinks he's made it home free until he sees Derek sitting there by the edge of Don's bed.

Okay. Deep breath, man up, and get this over with.]

Hey.

[derek-bliss.livejournal.com]

[Derek pauses; he's not exactly a-okay with the past week either, but he doesn't feel any animosity towards anyone. He'll nod and smile slightly' a ghost of the friendly teen from last week.]

Hey, man. [He's not talking much above a whisper to spare Don's head, but he'll gesture for Raph to come on in.]

...Doing okay?

[crytearsofjoy.livejournal.com]

Don...?

[i_speak_softly]

[Have a pained grunt, Winry.]

[meanandgreen.livejournal.com]

Yeah. [He walks closer, footsteps completely silent.] Fine.

[Raph frowns down at his brother, brushing his cheek with the back of his hand. He's cold, and that only heightens his worry.]

He's freezin'. [He'll snatch the cold cloth off Donnie's head, shoving it at Derek with an accusing glare.] You're gonna make him go in torpor like that. Jeez!

[crytearsofjoy.livejournal.com]

Are you okay?

[derek-bliss.livejournal.com]

[Derek will just hold up a hand, not looking too upset even when he's glared at.]

Sorry, didn't know. That's why I called you home, though. He's not doing too good, and I don't know what to do for him. Glad you got here before I really screwed up.

[meanandgreen.livejournal.com]

It's fine. [Raph is...just a little crabby, and very, very stressed out. He can't keep the snap out of his voice.] Forget about it. I'll take it from here.

[i_speak_softly]

[It takes him a minute to psych himself up to the effort of answering that.] My... head...

[derek-bliss.livejournal.com]

[Derek will nod.]

All right then.

[He'll head for the door, pause at the frame.] Glad you're home. [And then he's out of the room.]

[crytearsofjoy.livejournal.com]

Oh, should I...?

[meanandgreen.livejournal.com]

[Once the door is closed, Raph rounds Don's bed to take Derek's place, resting a hand on his shoulder. With a sigh, he shakes his head.]

Sorry.

[i_speak_softly]

[A little moan. Draw your own conclusions, Winry.]