twelfth breath ✧ action

[causeblocked]

[There's a... cheerful(?!) Isamu standing near the clinic with his arms crossed. He's watching the street with bright eyes.

He's hoping to see someone injured. So he can help them.

No, really. Approach at your own risk.]

Comments

[Action]

[meanandgreen]

[Have a turtle sneaking up behind you 'cause it's funny. He'll talk louder than normal, too, just to startle you.]

Hey Dumbass. [It's probably not a good idea to be around you with those tantalizingly ugly deep tissue bruises on his shoulders while you're busy playing Marie Curie and he's the Worst Patient Ever. Go ahead, try healing him. He dares you.] You and me gotta have a few words.

[Action]

[causeblocked]

[Following. Isamu feels rather awkward actually going into the clinic to heal someone - hence why he'd been standing outside. Yes, he has strange logic.]

[Action]

[meanandgreen]

[Raph leads Isamu down the hall and into the room where they're staying, opening the door and silently walking in. The room's dark, shades drawn so the light won't aggravate Don's concussion-induced migraines.

Raph softly brushes his brother's cheek with the back of his hand, speaking barely over a whisper.]

Hey, bro. You awake?

[Action]

[i_speak_softly]

[Awake. Asleep. Who knows? It's all been one big haze. Raph's fingers feel real enough, anyway.]

Mmm...

[Action]

[causeblocked]

[Isamu stands off to the side, poking his head around Raph's arm.] S'up, Don. I'm gonna take a look at you, all right? Try not to move around too much.

[Action]

[meanandgreen]

[Raph sits down on the neighboring bed, arms folded, watching worriedly.]

I dunno how much more you can do for him. Professor Sage's already looked at him a few times. Most of it's supposed to go on it's own.

[Action]

[i_speak_softly]

[Squinting at Isamu. If only he could remember who you are.]

[Action]

[causeblocked]

If I can't do anything, then I can't do anything. Where's it hurt the most, Don?

[Action]

[meanandgreen]

He won't talk to ya.

[Action]

[i_speak_softly]

[He'll make a weak attempt to hide under the blankets. His strategic ability is seriously compromised, and right now this is what passes for a Good Idea.]

[Action]

[causeblocked]

[He frowns, motioning for Raphael to move away a little. Today is special, you understand. Isamu's figuring out some things with this healing magic he never thought he would have. He tugs the blanket away from Donatello a little, lowering his voice.]

All right, man. I'm not gonna hurt you, okay? [He lays a hand on the turtle's forehead, not doing anything yet aside from trying to root out the main problem.]

[Action]

[meanandgreen]

[Raph moves to the other side of the bed. Don's confused, and probably scared by the way he's trying to shrink away from Isamu. He kneels on the floor, taking his brother's hand and giving it a squeeze for reassurance.

But Raph doesn't forget to shoot Isamu a glare that reads 'You tell anybody about this and you're toast.']

[Action]

[i_speak_softly]

[He's fighting so hard to get a grasp on the situation, but it won't come into focus. All he knows is that Raph is there, and that if this other person meant them harm Raph would be holding him off with his last breath.]

[Action]

[causeblocked]

[Isamu doesn't want to risk doing any damage to the brain, so he has to be careful about what he does to help. He likes living again, thanks. Just a little focus is all Don needs - a few puzzle pieces set back in place.

Chakra flow, the movement of energy through the body. He could focus on that, and the whirlpool currently surrounding the main point in the head. If he could help sooth that, it might give Don a better chance at returning to his senses. It wasn't what he was used to doing, but at least it was an option.

He remains still for a while, channeling the turtle's energy through his own, which is currently healthier. When he's done all he thinks he can, he pulls away and slumps into a nearby chair, looking pale.]

[Action]

[meanandgreen]

[Raph watches on without letting go of his brother's hand. Once it's done, and Isamu collapses, there's a twinge in his chest that says something might've gone wrong.]

You all right?

[It's a question for the both of them. Good going, Isamu, now he's worried about you too.]

[Action]

[i_speak_softly]

[Something turns around in Don's head, and suddenly he knows where he's seen this guy before: At the other end of his bo staff.

His fingers fist in the blankets, and he makes the most threatening face he can manage in Isamu's direction.]

[With a great effort:] What - you - want - me?