[when leo doesn't answer, donnie looks up at his face. his eyes are unfocused- his jaw is slack but his neck is tense. he's breathing too quickly. at a tap on his wrist computer, sheldon sends him his vitals and the heart rate is high. panic. leo's panicking.

donnie doesn't think this time, hands going back up to hold leo's face, the only part of him donnie knows for sure doesn't have a fractured bone in it, which is shocking enough considering how bruised he is on both cheeks. he doesn't let himself panic back at him; last time he'd lost it himself and just shouted, screamed, stormed out. that had been useless. he'd been useless.

so this time he pings sheldon, who sends him passages from the empathy literature and software he'd installed last night. maybe it's a copout or maybe it would've been better if donnie had known what to do rather than consulting his own AI construct, but he doesn't and it doesn't matter anyway. leo needs him to take care of him however he can.

so. calm, this time.] Leo. Hey. You're right here, you're home. Everyone's fine. Dad's with Raph and Mikey, April's with her parents, Casey's sleeping in the living room. You're in here with me. We're making you better.