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

[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?

[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?

[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!

[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.

[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.]

[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]

[Don rolls onto his side and curls into the smallest ball a turtle can get into. No offense to you, other turtle. He just feels like crap.]

[meanandgreen.livejournal.com]

[Raph starts absent-mindedly tracing circles along his brother's shell. It's weird that just a couple weeks ago they were in the opposite situation.]

You need anything?

[i_speak_softly]

[... Okay. Focus. Gather energy. Turn head. Open eye.]

[He looks at you for a long moment, his gaze travelling over your face and then up and down your body.]

Who... are you?

[meanandgreen.livejournal.com]

[Okay, what the hell!? He has to force the words out through gritted teeth to keep himself from screaming.]

It's Raph...Y'know, your brother?

[i_speak_softly]

R- Raph?

[He rolls over slowly, and reaches a shaking hand towards your chest.] Your - mark.

[meanandgreen.livejournal.com]

[Raph catches his brother's wrist and holds it. He has no idea what Don's talking about.]

Hey, take it easy. Relax, okay?

[i_speak_softly]

[How can he relax when he doesn't know which you you are?]

[He doesn't have the strength to break out of your grasp, but his finger traces a little X in the air.]

R- Rocky.

[His gaze falls to your belt, and he spends a moment studying your sai.]

Raph.

[His eyes flick back up, searching your face in a silent plea for help.]

[meanandgreen.livejournal.com]

[He swallows hard, still holding onto his brother's wrist, lines of worry etching deeper into his expression.]

Yeah, Raph.

[i_speak_softly]

[Don sinks back into the pillow. He needs a minute to absorb this.]

Who - are we?

[meanandgreen.livejournal.com]

[Raph lets go of his wrist, letting it down gently.]

That's...that's a damn good question.

[He brushes his hand against his brother's cheek.]

You'll figure it out. Ya always do.

[i_speak_softly]

[He's really struggling with this one. How does he know which set of memories is true, and which is a lie? His life in the zoo seems more plausible, but the feelings associated with his life as a ninja are more intense.]

My - name?

[meanandgreen.livejournal.com]

[Fuck this, man 8|] It's Don. Donatello. You know that, right? Remember?

[i_speak_softly]

[Don. But of course Raph would say Don. It's not enough proof.]

[And maybe you're not even here. Maybe you're part of the migraine hallucinations. He needs something solid.]

My - bo. [It almost sounds like a question.]