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13th Slice [Voice // locked to Donatello // 16% unhackable]

Mar 23, 2010 00:50

Donnie?

I kinda need your help.

(( ooc: follows on from this log. The lock is pitiful; feel free to hack it ))

!don, doctor don to the rescue, where's my fambly? ;o;, brb giving leo a heart attack, !ironhide, !bass, !raph, safety precautions my shell

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[locked // 99% unhackable] tic_tech_turtle March 23 2010, 07:53:27 UTC

[Don doesn't like that tone. At all.]

Where are you? What is it?

[locked // 12% unhackable] thepartydude March 23 2010, 07:55:34 UTC

In the elevator on uh --

[Pause as he checks.]

-- deck six.

Sorry Donnie, I tried to lock it.

[locked 99% unhackable // Commentlog] tic_tech_turtle March 23 2010, 08:07:56 UTC

It's fine. Stay there, please.

[and not long after that, Don is at the elevator. You can bet he booked it, and he has what may seem like a familiar bag slung over his shoulder.]

[It's not his bag. But it's as close as he could manage.]

Mikey?

[Commentlog] thepartydude March 23 2010, 08:12:54 UTC

[Mike's sitting in the back of the elevator, leaning forward a little, clutching his arm close to his plastron. He glances up as Don steps in, his eyes just a little glassy.]

Hey Donnie.

[Commentlog] tic_tech_turtle March 23 2010, 08:15:57 UTC

[Don doesn't break stride, and he's over by Mikey in possibly less time than it takes to blink, kneeling down and letting his bag fall beside him as he scans over his brother, searching for injuries.]

What happened?

[he reaches out to try and - gently - tug Mike's arm into better view]

[Commentlog] thepartydude March 23 2010, 08:19:14 UTC

[Mike's ears are ringing and he feels woozy, but he lets Don take his arm, gasping in pain as his hand brushes against his plastron.]

This guy ... broke my board.

I'm sorry Donnie, you jus' fixed it.

[Commentlog] tic_tech_turtle March 23 2010, 08:22:37 UTC

[Broke your board, he broke your hand...]

[the second Don sees the swelling, the bruising, the way it looks just off, he knows it's busted, and something goes hard in his eyes.]

Nevermind that. Can you get up; walk? Who did this?

[It takes great control for Don to stop there. One step at a time, Don.]

[Commentlog] thepartydude March 23 2010, 08:25:51 UTC

Uh, yeah.

[Mike tucks his comm back into his belt, then struggles to his feet. His head spins, but he can stay upright.]

[Commentlog] tic_tech_turtle March 23 2010, 08:30:56 UTC

[Don goes right up with Mikey, hooking his bag over his shoulder and reaching out to steady him as they stand. He also makes an attempt to keep a grip on Mikey's arm - the one with the injured hand - to avoid Mikey trying to use it.]

[His jaw tightens a bit at how his brother's noticeably struggling, but he shoves that down to focus on what he can do to help, and tries to nudge Mike to the door.]

Set the pace; we're going back to my room. Did you take a hit to the head?

[Commentlog] thepartydude March 23 2010, 08:33:24 UTC

[Grateful for the assistance, Mikey leans into Don just a little.]

Uh ... I don't think so.

[He just ... almost fell over the side of the boat and got his shell crushed in by a homicidal maniac dfjksjhdf.

Okay, alright. Try not to freak out just yet. He starts towards Don's room.]

[Commentlog] tic_tech_turtle March 23 2010, 08:45:43 UTC

[Don is trying very hard not to think about the damage to Mike's hand. How likely permanent damage is if the bones are well and truely broken. How Mike could possibly end up never able to use that hand properly again if the damage is severe enough.

[And how Don can't fix it if that's the case. Can only splint it and make it as painless as possible, and hope for the best.]

[Or send his brother to a doctor that experiments on his patients.]

[Focus, Don. You have work to do.]

You're going to have to tell me if there are any other injuries that need attention over your hand.

Which, by the way, needs to be elevated over your head when you sit down next.

[it was a bit late for swelling, but late is better than never.]

[Commentlog] thepartydude March 23 2010, 08:50:17 UTC

[Yeah, Mikey's a little busy fighting off shock right now. His hearing is muffled and there's ice crawling up the back of his neck.]

Mmm.

[Commentlog] tic_tech_turtle March 23 2010, 08:53:51 UTC

Mikey, focus.

[Don shakes his brother a little, careful to keep the injured hand stable. His tone is sharp.]

We're almost there. You're cold, aren't you? I'll get you some blankets when we get inside, but you have to stay focused, all right?

[Commentlog] thepartydude March 23 2010, 08:55:50 UTC

[The jolt shakes him awake a little more, and Mike blinks furiously. Almost there.]

Okay. Alright.

[Commentlog] tic_tech_turtle March 23 2010, 08:59:40 UTC

Good. Tell me what you're feeling right now.

[and it's about now that they reach Don's door, which Don hadn't actually shut completely when he'd bolted so is able to be nudged open with a foot. Don will then steer Mikey over to the bed and sit him down.]

[Commentlog] thepartydude March 23 2010, 09:01:47 UTC

My hand hurts.

[It comes out a little more whiny than he intended. It's a throbbing, stabbing pain through his hand and up his arm, and his muscles twitch minutely as they try to reset the bones.

Sitting down heavily on the bed, he grunts in relief as he doesn't have to focus on balancing so much. Now fighting back the tunneling vision is another thing entirely.]

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