semilethal | LEO - POST MOVIE

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.

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(Yeah. Hanging up now.) [-oh, okay. not going to go through the awkward goodbyes, then.

at least splinter is there, launching unprompted into some behind-the-scenes stories of what happened on some movie sets. usually stunts gone wrong or crazy groupie tales; the good old days. or maybe not, maybe they were just good back then and if he tried to have them now, he'd just be even more exhausted.]

[Ah. Not going to go through the awkward goodbyes, then.

But Dad is here, and that's fine. He adores their dad, probably the mot of any of them. But with it being more of a 'sit and listen' type of situation and he literally has nothing else to occupy himself, Leo can feel his attention drifting into the exhaustion that's starting to settle into his broken bones again. Somewhere in the middle of it, he wonders how he can still be this tired after already sleeping for over a day. But recovery doesn't care about his thoughts, only in darkening them to a dull idea in the back of his mind.

So by the time Donatello gets back, Splinter is quietly working while Leonardo's fallen asleep again.]

[sheldon sends him a heads-up along with leonardo's vitals, so when donatello enters he knows to be quiet. splinter glances up before scooting his chair back, though he doesn't leave completely.

donnie spares their father a look, package in his hands before he drops it onto the table. he prepares the contrast injection for leo's IV meticulously, approaching the table and tapping the side to wake leo rather than touch him.] Leo. You need to be awake for this.

[Waking and sleeping, waking up and sleeping, he can't seem to get enough of one or the other the way his head keeps being pingponged between both statuses. The tapping doesn't really do much but hearing his name does. He wakes with a little jerk of muscle before the soreness kicks in again and he's left groaning.]

Wha-... hey. What's up?

[eyes narrow. he was trying to avoid making leo jostle. maybe he needs to black market some good pain medication here...]

I'm going to introduce the contrast and then get you scanned. The contrast is going to feel really weird and the machine is loud, but it shouldn't take long.

[uncaps the splitter in leo's IV and unravels the tube he'd been fiddling with, screwing it in but keeping the IV pinched for now. sheldon can't go through the MRI, so he'll need to transfer leo to the other table.] Sheldon, help me slide Leo over. Carefully.

Weird how?

[That's about all he manages to get out before he feels the table he's on shifting, one side gradually lifting up higher. It's uncomfortable, after having gotten settled for the last hour or so. And a nerve pinches somewhere in the middle of his back, a new feeling that has him clenching his jaw so tight he'd swear he was grinding the bones down somehow. But more and more, that thought of what may have happened to his back is solidifying into a congealed sort of terror in the back of his mind.

Leo reaches out for something, anything that's within reach to ground himself. His fist clenching tight to whatever purchase it finds.]

Any chance we can get that time traveling microwave going again and stop all this from happening?

[and that anything would be donnie's forearm; he doesn't flinch this time at least, or try to yank away. he just goes very still for a split second before continuing to hold up the various tubes and cords and help sheldon transfer leo with as little jostling as can be managed.]

Sure. Right after I give past Donnie the lottery numbers, I'll go ahead and save the world while I'm in the neighborhood. Piece of cake.

Great time to start trying to make jokes.

[Almost as if Donnie's the funny one. Fat chance of that, though. After a moment and the sure steady new table is under him, Leo finally lets go. But his hand and arm are shaking from the effort it took to hold on, to not just cry out from the pain and try to consciously think of a joke he barely would call funny himself.

It shouldn't be this bad. It shouldn't be like this, they should've been able to shake off the worst of it and walk home, heads high and ready to celebrate a big win. So why is it bad like this?]

[donatello, meanwhile, just detaches himself from the emotion of the situation, which is a completely valid and normal way to cope. all he has to do is remove himself from the clear agony on his brother's face and focus on the facts. possible spine injury. almost certainly something skeletal that wouldn't show on clearly on an x-ray.]

I'm going to introduce the contrast. It'll feel really warm, like a hot flash. [donnie unpinched the tubing and hung up the IV and contrast bags on a hook attached to the machine, circling to the other side to tap at the display.] Dad, can you get me a syringe and a bottle from the second drawer?

[Somehow that just sounds even worse? Even with the warning, it hits him, a bit of heat in his blood before he feels it spreading up his arm and through every part of him. Right, that is weird.

Splinter's fingers had stilled watching Leonardo's struggling, even as one ear flicked toward Donatello's words. But he nods and hops down off the chair to get just that, hands closing around the bottle and syringe. He eyes his son carefully handing them over.]

[draws a small amount from the bottle before setting it aside, flicking the syringe to eliminate bubbles before reaching over to unhook the spent contrast valve and inject the liquid into leonardo's main IV] We don't have anything really strong right now, but this'll help take the edge off. I'll need you to be really still, and be able to raise your arms above your head when I tell you to. Let me know when you feel like you're able to do that.

[hesitates, then awkwardly pats leo's shoulder gently, like 'there, there.' he's definitely not looking to win a "best bedside manner" award, but keeping leo calm will also assist with accurate readings and leo calms down when he knows his brothers are there and safe, and taking care of each other.] Dad, I think I've got things here. Mind going and updating Raphie and Michael?

[Splinter nods at Donatello, but his eyes return to linger on his other son. He rests one hand on Leo's wrist, squeezing gently so he doesn't disturb anything Donnie's doing before stepping away and out. Leaving Leo alone with his brother again.]

I don't think I'll be able to raise my arms ever again! [Dramatic. Because he still has to be, it's the only way he can really cope with what's happening to and around him.] Just- Yeah. Sure. Still until you tell me.

[the innermost sections of the ring rotate again in irregular but measured bursts and the table upon which leo lay began to roll towards the center, smooth and mechanical. donnie taps a few more settings on the display before heading over to one of his desktop rigs, circling around so he can see leo and typing without sitting back down.

he calls out instructions as the table slides up through the ring as needed. a loud, jarring CLANK, CLANK, CLANK begins to repeat as the table moves, and quiets when the table stills. arms up, CLANK, CLANK, CLANK. arms down, CLANK, CLANK, CLANK. two times, four times, six times before donatello finally comes back to the display and the table begins to withdraw fully from inside the ring.] Okay. Stay here while I look these over.

[He tries to keep still. He really does. Follows instructions easily enough. But that clanking and no other sound but Donnie's voice. He can't get that sound out of his mind, the metal scraping against metal as each hit came down knocking the wind from his chest and putting more and more pressure on his plastron.

Whatever readings Donnie's getting from Shelldon are going a little worrisome by the end. His heart feels like it's racing to get out of his throat. Nevermind the aching in his shoulders from lifting and lowering his arms again and again, slamming into cement and steel and-

And then it's over. He can't get his breath as the table slides him out but he's trying. He's got to bring himself back down, focus. Meditating hadn't really worked before, but maybe he can try again.]

[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.

[All his trembling stops as he goes completely ramrod stiff at his face being grabbed. There's more coming, more is about to happen, it's going to keep hurting, but his family is safe, everyone's fine-

But more than that, the words that get through: "You're home". Home. With his family. That's what that sounds like.

God, he'd just about kill for a hug. What does a guy have to do for a hug around here?]

D... D- [His own mouth is working against him, his words stuttering against his own will. He clears his throat, forces a solid breath in. Single syllable words then. Once he gets that going, he should be fine. He's trying to drag his brain out of the shit hole it fell back into for a second.] Don't. Put me in that thing.

We won't need to do it again. [but donnie wants to, after leo's healed. because leo will heal, and donnie will keep an eye on those wounds to make sure they heal correctly. they'll have to revisit it later; doing it again when it causes this much stress better be damn necessary.

still, leo's got his words back, but he doesn't seem comforted. donnie racks his brain, passes by the exhaustion, the sixteen manuals worth of knowledge crammed into his skull over the last thirty-six hours, and finds nothing. what does he do? what can he do? why can't someone tell him-

...his resource is right there.] What do you need? I want to help.

Just. Just don't put me back in that.

[It's the one solid thought he can grab onto this very second. Everything else is a nebulous feeling he can't solidify just yet.

He wants a hug. He wants a hug so badly, he could almost cry. He settles for just resting a hand on Donnie's arm, squeezing it weakly like it'll get that simple request across. (It doesn't, he has to use words, but he doesn't have the voice yet.]

Let's just finish.

[Ignore it, deal with it. He can take his brain apart and put it back together later, he just wants out of here.]

[it really doesn't, because leo always projects his needs so clearly, always throwing himself around or on top of donatello regardless of his feelings, when he needs it. he's always done that before. when they were younger maybe, when things seemed less unsure, but more chaotic.

donnie hesitates, feeling something off but unable to determine exactly what, before he lets go of leo and taps at his wrist computer. Sheldon-as-a-cot floats back over right next to the table, mechanical arms sprouting out to assist.] Okay. Let's get you moved back over.

[getting leo away from the machine should help, right? away from the source of stress.]

[It should help.

It does help, some. Not being right in the middle of the machine making the worst noise possible. He keeps that hand clutched to Donnie's arm as he's moved again, even as the Shelldon-cot gradually does that gentle fold in to a hammock style bed again. It, once again, eases a lot of the aches (or was that whatever Don gave him?) and he feels like he can breathe a bit.]

...Thanks. I- ...It's. It just... The noise isn't good.

Okay, [donnie says cautiously, though there isn't much he can do about that. not at the moment anyway, though maybe if another MRI is necessary in the future he can work on-

don't get distracted. he pulls the cot along with him over to the images at his desktop, enlarging the display so leo can see as well. now to make sense of what he's looking at. just identify the trouble spots; fraying that indicates torn ligaments, there, in the shoulder. massive bruising around the lungs. stress fractures in at least three ribs. and there, a misalignment in the spine; a slipped disc, somewhat detached from the shell, discoloration implying bruising and/or previous internal bleeding. if it heals wrong, it would cause chronic pain for the rest of leo's life. it could paralyze him.

donnie lets out a breath he hadn't realized he was holding. his fingers are clenched tight against his desktop and he uncurls them.]

...okay, [he repeats staring up at the monitors.] I know what to do now.

[Leo shifts as carefully as he can to get a closer look. He does have a decent idea of what he's looking at. But he's seeing it now in a detached sort of way, these images are clearly of some other mutant turtle not related to any of them. He sees the same injuries, feels them clearly now that he has a picture of what's been done. Remembers every single attack that gave every single one of those images. His back though...

Thrown, like a rag doll, to the cement and bounced like he was nothing into another wall. Slammed down into the ground, both those unnaturally powerful metal robot fists to his plastron and hearing the foundation cracking underneath his back-

That was when it happened. A part of him is both relieved and surprised his shell wasn't cracked into a million shards by the onslaught.]

Do you? Because- Dee... This is bad.

[holds up a hand. the way leo just casually says that, like it isn't his own spine, makes donnie feel a little sick.] No it isn't. You just need surgery.

[His eyes shift to his brother. "Not bad". "JUST need surgery". Like trying to do anything under their shells is both a terrifying prospect and uncharted territory for them all. Obviously some humans are capable of it on smaller non-mutated turtles. But ...]

That's like- That's a big deal, brother.

No, I can do it. [or maybe that's what's making him feel sick. no matter, it's not whether or not donnie can do it, but that he has to.] Laparascopic to reduce exposure. I'll need to outfit my clean room, get the tools together. You'll need a brace afterwards. Maybe I can utilize nanorobotics instead of pins, I'll need to read up. Sheldon can assist.

But I can do it, I can fix this. [he just needs to research. he just needs materials and time. he can do this, he can fix his brother, he can help. no need to be worried, no need to panic. he's not panicking. he's fine.]

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