[Bath during sleep would be pretty baller, all things considered. A nice hot soak wit some lavender and oils to rally soften the scales-
But then that. A harsh shift to give him whiplash.
'It'. What 'it', unless Donnie means that 'it'. He'd never even gotten a good look at the thing, just heard its laugh as it disappeared in the night.
He's grateful now that it's Donnie, and the rest of their family is asleep. He can be honest.]
Good. [Gratitude. Understanding. What he feels bubbling up something he could only describe as "touched his brother cared so much to take revenge for him".]
[That feeling, again. He hadn't doubted it, but the validation is nothing to scoff at. Of course Leo would understand, what it meant and why it was necessary. How could Donnie do anything but kill the thing that maimed his brother?]
[There's no ill will or sarcasm in the words. It's all fondness and exhaustion in his tone as he rolls off his brother and lays still to get his breath.]
Think by the time I can even get to the bathroom you'll have had time to finish.
Donnie musters his energy before scooting to the edge of the bed and climbing to his feet, then turning around and wrapping his arms around his brother, helping him up. Leo can probably walk, Donnie will just get him to his feet. And carry him, if necessary. And draw the bath, and add the salts and oils, and get the towels, and do anything and everything necessary to not look too closely at the fact that he saw his brother groaning and covered in his own blood, again, again, and that there's a space where his hand should be.]
[Leo wasn't even trying to get up. But Donnie gets him and there's nothing he can do to stop the surprised sound in his throat.]
Don? [Confused, definitely. Off guard and unsure what's happening as he's walked to the bathroom. he is tired though. That is real. And he's glad he doesn't have to say 'thank you', not for this. It's be admitting too much vulnerability.]
[Don just grunts again without a real answer, moving with Leo to help him sit onto the closed toilet seat before he leans over to plug and draw the bath. Time to rummage around in Casey's cabinets to see if he has any bath salts or oils or whatever. He is definitely getting a fresh bar of soap if possible, whatever, he'll replace it.
Pulls back the shower curtain before deciding to just twist it up and flip it over the rod. More room needed. They're sharing.]
[He sits onto the toilet with a huff under his breath before watching his brother wordlessly move. Like he's completely detached from everything and they didn't just have a nice little banter.
If he could make a portal, he'd just grab his stuff from upstairs. He can't though. No sword with him. Instead, he watches Donnie, worried. Concern bleeding through their bond.]
We sure this is okay?
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[The soft warble of Leo's worry (a much more constant presence than Donnie could have guessed before the bond) distracts him from his futile search for bath bombs.] Hm? We'll both fit, it's fine.
[It is also not directly here. Don pauses for a moment, looking at the ceiling wearily as if gauging whether or not he has the energy to take them both to the elevator and into Leo's place. Also to deal with everyone freaking out if he doesn't inform them first that they're upstairs so they don't think like, Leo wandered off or got kidnapped or something...]
...I don't have it in me, Leo, [Donnie finally concludes, and tests the water. This is still, technically, triage. And someone has apparently forgotten that they have a building-sized brother capable of carrying them BOTH upstairs.]
[Fair enough. Asked and answered, even if he feels weird using Casey's tub. But he'll just make Donnie field any problems that come from it. So instead he waits until the tub is filled. And even just the heat from the steam alone feels great right now; he didn't realize how cold he'd gotten once out of the blankets.]
Some time, I imagine. I haven't been here for all of it. It's been days since you were attacked, if that's what you're asking.
[Okay, the tub is filled enough. Donnie gets an arm around his brother again to help him over the edge and down into the water first, then follows him in. He'll even take the side with the faucet so Leo can recline more easily (yes okay fine it's only fair considering his back is way more flexible but shut up he's being considerate).]
[By the time Donnie's getting his arm around Leo again he's almost fallen back asleep leaning forward dangerously. Perfect for brother scooping. But once he sees what's going on, he moves along with the nudging and hefting, hissing between his teeth at angles he's moving to get in but settles once he's down in the water.]
Days... [God. That's so long to be out. He leans back against the porcelain and closes his eyes. The warm water is perfect. He still feels weird, like he'll slip under the water somehow without his arm to catch himself. This is gonna be a long recovery.] What all's been happening?
I did mention I haven't been here, [Donnie says, but figures the healing coma plus residual trauma is likely playing hell on Leo's already iffy memory. He folds himself into the tub across from Leo, finding a way to make his legs fit as comfortably as possible. Washcloth- there it is. C'mere.] The Hunt is still ongoing as far as I can tell, but people have started getting smarter. Staying in at night, or sheltering in safe places.
Peter, Raph, Rue, and Casey have all been here with you, in turns. I started working on prosthetic designs, but I hit a wall. I'll need to get your measurements before I go any further.
[He finally feels comfortable enough to let his arm dip down and be in the water too, soaking up more of the warmth.]
Pros...thetic? [He sounds it out like he's never heard the word in his life. Conceptually, he knows what a prosthetic is, what they're used for. Why does Donnie need his measurements for one?
...
Oh. It's taking him longer than he'd like to catch on to things. Put the pieces together, remember what happened to him. He sort of unconsciously reaches to hold his. His stub.] Okay...Then... whenever. I guess.
[...washcloth. Soap, wherever that is- there, that'll do. It doesn't smell horrible or too strong so Donnie soaps up the cloth before leaning across the tub to start scrubbing his brother's shoulder and stub, like it's always been there.
Maybe it's the wrong thing to do. No- it doesn't matter; it's what Donnie's doing. Leo is Leo regardless of how many arms he has, and scrubbing each other's shells and necks and otherwise has been something they always do. It would be stupid to be hesitant about that just because Leo's suddenly got a little less to wash.]
[Leo goes stiff for the briefest moment. It's still a little sore, but he does need to be cleaned. Someone else got a lot of the blood washed off, but not all of it. Leo tries to settle where he is and let his brother do the work. It's almost like old times when they were a kid, coming home after swimming around in the aqueduct. Splinter telling them to get cleaned up before they set anywhere or touched anything, so to make it go faster they'd do this together.]
[Scoffs, even as he moves on to scrubbing at Leo's plastron and shell beneath his stump.] I am fine, naturally, and I have no idea why you would think I'd be otherwise. Hold this. [Shoves the washcloth into Leo's hand to reach up and take his mask off, since he'd just realized he'd gotten into the tub with it on. A moment of terrible debate of where to put it before he just drapes it over a nearby shampoo bottle.]
Because - [Oh sure he'll take the washcloth and stare at his brother.] I was out for apparently days and I worry about my family. Why is that such a surprise?
[He's always been worried, just maybe not as obvious as now.]
It isn't a surprise, and that's why I'm frustrated with you, [Donnie grumbles, rearranging his mask until he's confident it won't slip into the bathwater. He takes the washcloth back and shuffles his legs closer to himself, motioning for Leo to turn in the tub so Donnie can wash his shell.]
[Keeps hands on brother even as he turns to make sure he doesn't slip, then gets to work soaping up that washcloth again to scrub at his shell. He's been in bed a while, it needs the work...too bad there isn't a rougher brush in here to use. Oh well.]
You insist on worrying about everything except yourself, arguably the one most deserving of worry right now. Do I look like I was maimed within the last week? No, I do not.
[The scrubbing and scraping at least feels nice. He has to resist the urge to wiggle under the sensation and keep still.]
I think I'm legally allowed to worry about my family. But- I get it. [He hates relenting like this but he's... tired. And after the whole sit down with Rue, Peter, and Casey... He doesn't want to fight about this kind of stuff anymore.]
i don't even need to click that link to know what it is
[Yeah...ever since they did the Bond thing, Donnie Gets It too (against his will, sometimes). Leo always worries, it's easier to worry about someone else than yourself, Donnie kind of vanished on a grimdark revenge quest without much explanation, blah-de-blah-blah.
Irritating, how understandable his twin's actions have become lately thanks to this stupid thing.] I'm not asking you to hemorrhage your traumas unto me, [Donnie tells him dryly. Please do not share your traumas, or any other Large feelings, especially when not within the confines of the FC (Feelings Closet).] If you need stimulation we can discuss something else, but I would be just as happy to pass this bath in silence.
[The worst part is Leo isn't even sure what he should talk about right now. What else can he talk about? He rests his cheek against his knee and closes his eyes, just focusing on the feeling of scrubbing.]
Don't worry about it, let's just... finish in here. [It's weird being in a bath that isn't his own, an apartment that isn't his own that he's probably wearing out his welcome in. He wants to go home. Either his own apartment or their lair in New York.
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But then that. A harsh shift to give him whiplash.
'It'. What 'it', unless Donnie means that 'it'. He'd never even gotten a good look at the thing, just heard its laugh as it disappeared in the night.
He's grateful now that it's Donnie, and the rest of their family is asleep. He can be honest.]
Good. [Gratitude. Understanding. What he feels bubbling up something he could only describe as "touched his brother cared so much to take revenge for him".]
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...alright, I yield. Bath first.
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[There's no ill will or sarcasm in the words. It's all fondness and exhaustion in his tone as he rolls off his brother and lays still to get his breath.]
Think by the time I can even get to the bathroom you'll have had time to finish.
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Donnie musters his energy before scooting to the edge of the bed and climbing to his feet, then turning around and wrapping his arms around his brother, helping him up. Leo can probably walk, Donnie will just get him to his feet. And carry him, if necessary. And draw the bath, and add the salts and oils, and get the towels, and do anything and everything necessary to not look too closely at the fact that he saw his brother groaning and covered in his own blood, again, again, and that there's a space where his hand should be.]
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Don? [Confused, definitely. Off guard and unsure what's happening as he's walked to the bathroom. he is tired though. That is real. And he's glad he doesn't have to say 'thank you', not for this. It's be admitting too much vulnerability.]
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Pulls back the shower curtain before deciding to just twist it up and flip it over the rod. More room needed. They're sharing.]
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If he could make a portal, he'd just grab his stuff from upstairs. He can't though. No sword with him. Instead, he watches Donnie, worried. Concern bleeding through their bond.]
We sure this is okay?
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[With less opportunities for anyone to walk in. More opportunities for Leo to feel more comfortable.]
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...I don't have it in me, Leo, [Donnie finally concludes, and tests the water. This is still, technically, triage. And someone has apparently forgotten that they have a building-sized brother capable of carrying them BOTH upstairs.]
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...How long've I been out?
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[Okay, the tub is filled enough. Donnie gets an arm around his brother again to help him over the edge and down into the water first, then follows him in. He'll even take the side with the faucet so Leo can recline more easily (yes okay fine it's only fair considering his back is way more flexible but shut up he's being considerate).]
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Days... [God. That's so long to be out. He leans back against the porcelain and closes his eyes. The warm water is perfect. He still feels weird, like he'll slip under the water somehow without his arm to catch himself. This is gonna be a long recovery.] What all's been happening?
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Peter, Raph, Rue, and Casey have all been here with you, in turns. I started working on prosthetic designs, but I hit a wall. I'll need to get your measurements before I go any further.
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Pros...thetic? [He sounds it out like he's never heard the word in his life. Conceptually, he knows what a prosthetic is, what they're used for. Why does Donnie need his measurements for one?
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Oh. It's taking him longer than he'd like to catch on to things. Put the pieces together, remember what happened to him. He sort of unconsciously reaches to hold his. His stub.] Okay...Then... whenever. I guess.
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Maybe it's the wrong thing to do. No- it doesn't matter; it's what Donnie's doing. Leo is Leo regardless of how many arms he has, and scrubbing each other's shells and necks and otherwise has been something they always do. It would be stupid to be hesitant about that just because Leo's suddenly got a little less to wash.]
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...Glad you're okay.
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[He's always been worried, just maybe not as obvious as now.]
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So you're frustrated that I'm worried.
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You insist on worrying about everything except yourself, arguably the one most deserving of worry right now. Do I look like I was maimed within the last week? No, I do not.
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I think I'm legally allowed to worry about my family. But- I get it. [He hates relenting like this but he's... tired. And after the whole sit down with Rue, Peter, and Casey... He doesn't want to fight about this kind of stuff anymore.]
i don't even need to click that link to know what it is
Irritating, how understandable his twin's actions have become lately thanks to this stupid thing.] I'm not asking you to hemorrhage your traumas unto me, [Donnie tells him dryly. Please do not share your traumas, or any other Large feelings, especially when not within the confines of the FC (Feelings Closet).] If you need stimulation we can discuss something else, but I would be just as happy to pass this bath in silence.
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Don't worry about it, let's just... finish in here. [It's weird being in a bath that isn't his own, an apartment that isn't his own that he's probably wearing out his welcome in. He wants to go home. Either his own apartment or their lair in New York.
Everything feels wrong.]
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