[the walls don't actually close in. they sit there, pulsating and dripping, but they are no closer to donnie after several long, long seconds of just staring as 500+ ng/L of adrenaline screams through his body and slams his heart against his ribcage.
ever so slowly, donatello turns around to see his arms are buried in the fleshy recesses of the kraang console, but when the panic again reaches its claws for him, he's prepared. pushing down the revulsion climbing up from his stomach, he wiggles his fingers ever so slightly. it doesn't feel like the console, it doesn't grip with the same sickening suction. he carefully pulls his arms out and meets only hard resistance he can't see but he can maneuver around. it's the car engine.
he's hallucinating. all right. that poses its own terrifying problems, but somewhat more manageable than just suddenly being in the kraang ship. but while he's been standing here trying not to fall apart and just curl up and rock himself to wellness, raphael is either past that wall desperately trying to get his attention, or somewhere else. maybe raphael doesn't even know donnie's not okay? has he actually spoken, has raph said anything? donnie can't hear the sounds of the refrigerators being moved, did he stop? is donnie having auditory hallucinations too? all he can hear is tinnitus and his own pounding heart. what does he do?
-he needs to stop panicking. he's got to stop panicking. his own mind, the thing he's relied on the most, is playing tricks on him but he must stay calm if he's going to fix this, which of course he will.
donatello takes a deep breath. he does this several times, then puts his hands out and walks forward, toward the kraang wall, through the kraang wall until he bumps into-]
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ever so slowly, donatello turns around to see his arms are buried in the fleshy recesses of the kraang console, but when the panic again reaches its claws for him, he's prepared. pushing down the revulsion climbing up from his stomach, he wiggles his fingers ever so slightly. it doesn't feel like the console, it doesn't grip with the same sickening suction. he carefully pulls his arms out and meets only hard resistance he can't see but he can maneuver around. it's the car engine.
he's hallucinating. all right. that poses its own terrifying problems, but somewhat more manageable than just suddenly being in the kraang ship. but while he's been standing here trying not to fall apart and just curl up and rock himself to wellness, raphael is either past that wall desperately trying to get his attention, or somewhere else. maybe raphael doesn't even know donnie's not okay? has he actually spoken, has raph said anything? donnie can't hear the sounds of the refrigerators being moved, did he stop? is donnie having auditory hallucinations too? all he can hear is tinnitus and his own pounding heart. what does he do?
-he needs to stop panicking. he's got to stop panicking. his own mind, the thing he's relied on the most, is playing tricks on him but he must stay calm if he's going to fix this, which of course he will.
donatello takes a deep breath. he does this several times, then puts his hands out and walks forward, toward the kraang wall, through the kraang wall until he bumps into-]
-Raph.