Donatello / Purple (
semilethal) wrote2022-08-24 09:34 pm
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LEO - POST MOVIE
[ nobody asks where april found the van. some mild criminal activity feels irrelevant in light of the day they just had anyway, and they couldn't exactly walk all the way back to the lair.
not with leo like...this. not just leo either; raphael couldn't hardly hold his head up, hunched and clearly wearing his 'i'm the eldest and i won't complain' face as he cradles leo so carefully on their way to the van. mikey's hands and arms won't stop trembling, even when he twists them together and presses them to his plastron. donatello is sore all over and his skin and shell feel raw, like someone rubbed him down with sandpaper.
and leo's quiet. leo's too quiet.
so there they are in the cargo van, raph tucked toward the front with a leg stretched out for mikey to use as a pillow to doze upon. april and casey sit up front, throwing concerned glances over their shoulders as often as is safe while april slowly weaves the vehicle through the half-destroyed streets toward the nearest access point. splinter sits near the doors as their only other capable fighter, though he keeps his tail curled around leo's uninjured ankle.
and donatello, he's stripping off his gloves because he's going to have to touch his brother to get a better idea of his injuries, and his skin doesn't feel like his own and that'll interfere with his judgement. the fewer layers between he and his brother, the more accurate he can be. ]
Alrighty Leon. Look alive, let's...let's diagnose.
not with leo like...this. not just leo either; raphael couldn't hardly hold his head up, hunched and clearly wearing his 'i'm the eldest and i won't complain' face as he cradles leo so carefully on their way to the van. mikey's hands and arms won't stop trembling, even when he twists them together and presses them to his plastron. donatello is sore all over and his skin and shell feel raw, like someone rubbed him down with sandpaper.
and leo's quiet. leo's too quiet.
so there they are in the cargo van, raph tucked toward the front with a leg stretched out for mikey to use as a pillow to doze upon. april and casey sit up front, throwing concerned glances over their shoulders as often as is safe while april slowly weaves the vehicle through the half-destroyed streets toward the nearest access point. splinter sits near the doors as their only other capable fighter, though he keeps his tail curled around leo's uninjured ankle.
and donatello, he's stripping off his gloves because he's going to have to touch his brother to get a better idea of his injuries, and his skin doesn't feel like his own and that'll interfere with his judgement. the fewer layers between he and his brother, the more accurate he can be. ]
Alrighty Leon. Look alive, let's...let's diagnose.
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Sooner? How long's it been? [He does settle like that, watching Casey and following his eyes to the IV drip.]
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[He really doesn't remember, if he's honest. Not so immediately. He might later, after his brain can catch up to the situation.]
How'd it go?
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We weren't sure how much rest you'd need, but you passed out after like fifteen minutes and you've barely made a peep since then, until now. Maybe you just really need the sleep.
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Hearing that he's been out for that long though gets a groan out of him. annoyed at himself mostly.]
So it's... what, Friday now? Jeeeez. No one needs sleep that much except Pops. I can't be getting old. I'm too young to get old.
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Like I got dropped off a building and then thrown around against a bunch of space ship walls?
[A normal answer, and as honest as he can allow himself to be right now at least with Casey. It's not that he doesn't like Casey - like the guy, great kid - but right now he just... Honestly wishes it were dad or Donnie in here. Dad because he'll just talk and Leo doesn't have to, and Donnie for that detached way of emotion he has that Leo could really use right now. But his muscles are relaxing now with the morphine.]
You doing okay?
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[Casey does actually want to help, and he extracts himself from the stilted 'so how ya doin' back-and-forth he and Leo were having sheepishly enough. He's still finding his footing with this Leo; that's what happens when you are raised by a guy, practically worshiped that guy, then met his teenage self who was being kind of an asshole lbr, and then started again to worship even the teenage version because he was sort of being like your sensei who you love and miss.
........it's complicated.
Either way Casey bids his goodbyes as Donnie puts the tablet back and circles around Leo over into his open lab door, not at Leo's bedside but within talking distance.] Most everybody else is helping out topside. Raph, Mikey, and Dad are at Hueso's, humans doing human stuff.
You need anything?
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A brain transplant maybe? Cyborg body? I dunno.
Am I allowed to move my arms? Is that legal?
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Got it, got it. Still a lump on a log for now, understood.
[It's miserable. It'll get better, with time, if Leo doesn't fuck it up. But for now, it's still miserable.]
...Thanks, Dee.
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[Does dad know you have that.]
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Pay my twin brother for helping save my back so I am not succumb to a lifelong potential disability that would have kept me from doing what we do??
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[Why did he want his brother here again? Oh right, distraction.]
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So how long am I still out of commission?
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