3rd Problem Unsolved ☢ Donatello ☢ Accidental Video (OTA!)

[thesmartbrother]

Damn it! [The communicator turns on because it falls from his bed, hitting the ground and activating. Donatello's sitting on his bed in a meditation position, but he's not meditating anymore. His face is buried in his hands, and he's muttering swears that sound very out of place with his voice. His breath is coming in short inhales, and his chest feels like it's in a vice.] No. No, not New York.

[He shudders, his hand going to the bandage around his thigh, the muscles there spasming in a clearly unhealthy way, but he doesn't care.] Damn it. They better not... they better not...

[Yeah, that breakdown he's been getting near lately? He's getting there. Fast.]