About time. [Donnie stands up. Leo's not wrong, and Donnie's of the mind that nothing is fixed with talking. So many times he'd had to just put himself out there- fuck it, it's not working and he's tired of trying Mikey's playbook because he feels guilty or because Mikey looks at him with his big stupid doe eyes. Enough. If there's anything else that needs to be done, Donnie's just going to hide around the corner and tranq his stupid brother instead of dealing with this bedside manner bullshit.]
"What if your hand slips," of all the nerve, [Donnie huffs off to scrub in anew, tossing the flap of the sanitization hallway aside and pointing back at Leo to the somewhat-guilty-looking-Casey who was very clearly trying to eavesdrop.] Did you hear that? Knock the man out.
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"What if your hand slips," of all the nerve, [Donnie huffs off to scrub in anew, tossing the flap of the sanitization hallway aside and pointing back at Leo to the somewhat-guilty-looking-Casey who was very clearly trying to eavesdrop.] Did you hear that? Knock the man out.