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.]

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[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.]

[meanandgreen.livejournal.com]

Is sittin' right there. [He points to a far corner of the room.]

[i_speak_softly]

[His hand flops against the blanket. He can't reach that far. Help?]

[meanandgreen.livejournal.com]

[What the heck would Don want with his bo now? Eh, whatever. Raph rounds the bed and goes to get it for him, holding it within reach.]

Whaddya want it for?

[i_speak_softly]

[Don reaches out for the bo. His fingers walk across the worn wood, then close around it. Its weight rests in his hand. It feels... familiar.]

This... is mine.

[meanandgreen.livejournal.com]

Yeah...

[i_speak_softly]

[He draws the bo into the bed with him. This requires more thought than he's able to give it right now.]

Raph, my head... [Not exactly a request this time.]

[meanandgreen.livejournal.com]

[Okay, that's weird, but whatever. Raph sits on the bed and tries not to jostle Don too much.]

Hurts, huh?

[i_speak_softly]

Yeah... The... [He fumbles around ineffectually. Those drugs Derek mentioned are sounding really good right now. If only he could remember what they were called.] Red pill?

[meanandgreen.livejournal.com]

[Raph completely misunderstands.]

You ain't gettin' none of those. I don't think you hurt that much.

[Though his painkillers were brown, not red...]

[i_speak_softly]

[Really, Raph? He can't have a mild painkiller? He'll just have to suffer silently, then.]

[... Well, maybe not quite silently. Little moans escape him as the vise tightens, and sudden starbursts erupt behind his eyelids.]

[meanandgreen.livejournal.com]

[He flinches at that moan. He really hates seeing him like this.]

Okay, hang on. Maybe Derek's got somethin' for ya.

[He'll wander out of the room, headed for the bathroom to rummage through the medicine cabinet.]

[derek-bliss.livejournal.com]

[Derek's been sitting on the couch, inspecting the weapons in his surfboard, leaving the guys to do what they needed to do. He'll look up though when he hears Raphael.]

...Need something?

[meanandgreen.livejournal.com]

[Raph's voice echoes out of the open bathroom door over the clattering.] Somethin' for his head.

[derek-bliss.livejournal.com]

...if he can take it, there's Ibuprofen on the top shelf. Didn't want to give it to him myself, in case it was poisonous to you guys.

[meanandgreen.livejournal.com]

[He grabs one of the bottles and turns it over to read the label.] That like aspirin?

[derek-bliss.livejournal.com]

It's like aspirin, but not aspirin. It's usually subbed when you can't take aspirin. It should be a blue and white bottle, brown pills inside.

[meanandgreen.livejournal.com]

Ha! [Thanks man, that's all he needed to know. He heads out of the bathroom with the bottle in hand, giving it a shake for Derek to see as he passes by.] Got it.