Goodbye Swamp, Allo Araluen.

Tail wagging in the dirt and giggling with her friend over the tale of the Hobble Wobbles even though perhaps they were hearing it for the third time in a row Elena was really enjoying this! - and then giggled more and grinned when Yua moves closer.


And then sort of still somewhat shyyyly settling in the soft rat ladies lap when she draws them closer. Liam less shy - but he is on edge eagerly waiting for the next page.

Leon was very careful over the spot that made the slumping Don recoil a little, and whispers softly, sure Don was back back... asleep... but back and just knew Donatello was keeping Liam distracted for a while so whilst that was going on he is careful to guide Don as he went down to lay close to Bebe. Close together they could keep an eye on the pair of them.


Whispering to Inaba as he watches Don, " any chance you could get more steam going and get some into Don as much as possible? or at least at intervals... don't wanna cause any breathing problems or scalding by hot steam?" to her curious sniffing the air at the wonderful smells Mikey was causing. " mmmm and how long before that?"

A grin over the two fusfing over Don, a more unsure grin at him but he appeared to be sleeping. Well like Donatello and Leon Mikey would just keep an eye on his friend, interdimensional brother. " just waiting for the stew to half thicken a bit and the root vege to soften and then will let it rest and cool and we can eat. And get Don to have at least a half cup." he answers looking over and nawing a bit at the kids in Yua's laps learning to read.

Don is definitely asleep, though cold, and occasionally shivering. He doesn't even really respond to the movement. Occasional smoke drifting in his direction is cause for a soft cough, once he half chokes on it and nearly wakes up, but the smoke changed directions and some of the steam from Inaba's mixture lingered. It takes a few breaths, but he shudders and settles once more. He relaxes, and curls up again, desperately trying to keep warm.

he is aware there is some shifting about -


and smiling at his new wife gives her the little book to continue, at least a couple of times until the kids attentions wandered away and they became restless, whilst they were attentive and this included Liam - might as well capitalize. " how can I help you guys?" wondering because Leon and Mikey were stronger than humans comparartively to their size. But still Don was taller and it would be easier for Donatello to move him or Bebe. He eyes the shivering and the smoke.... well one thing at a time.

" yes please... I don't know how we can stop him from getting cold though." Leon worried, he'd done what he could as far as bruising and maybe helping Inaba with the last of the scraps as far as Don and Bebe went.


Donatello nods and hummmms a little... then points. " I'll set up over here for Bebe and Don to rest she has a just above mammalian heat so that might help and maybe the cloaks - Leon, Mikey give me a hand we'll try rousing Don for some food in about four hours, only half a serve, we can wake again later for another half serve. Try Bebe but don't force it. Inaba... brew some move of that stuff for the steam." he was choosing a spot to move Bebe and Don to that would block some chill from the back outside the fire light, it was growing cool and dark. So in the end he choose some rocks near enough and the space between them and the fire place and this time he has to ask Mike to dive in for camping supplies or pass the belt over.



Mikey grins and hands over the belt. Donatello cautiously - hey this was a Mikey after all! - dug about and found a sleeping bag, it would do, with the off shoulder cloaks from the wedding ceremony and the unzipped flattened he guessed it was good enough, lying on his plastron Don would be below the smoke of the fire, the trouble was getting steam across sometimes, but he'll worry about that in a moment, a glance back Yua and the kids were still reading so


between the four of them they settle Bebe on the cloaks first and the sleeping bag over her, moving Don afterwards when pretty sure she had warmed up the spot a bit and then -


Donatello whispering all the while encase Don regained some consciousness as he lifts him almost bridal style up, " just moving you to rest a bit more warmly and comfortably, hopefully you will breath a bit more easily there.' and then doooown onto his plastron slowly and stretched out and hopefully witht he warm little fae there. Warm.


Bebe's back was now covered with the whitish stuff and moving her seemed to register none with her. Donatello poked at the white stuff it was now sort of firm and he had a suspicion it was actually a part of her healing - or at least wing regrowth possibly. Eitherway she wasn't feverish and slumbering deep and seemed hydrated enough. He'll check again when trying to rouse Don for food.


~~


So when it came time to attempt rousing Don for at least half a bowl of the brothy soup the large turtle was the only one awake - Leon and Inaba are on Don's other side, the night has grown dark and the rabbit is sort of half under the blanket too adding warmth, Leon snuggled beside her and Mikey on the other side of Bebe. Yua was in her wedding cloack beside Donatello and resting. Liam beside Don, curled up in a almost puppy bundle with Elena both close to the unmoving Bebe's head.


And it was quiet and not quiet the end of Donatello's watch for the night, but he prods Mikey to wake him for his watch and also rubbing Don's head in the way Splinter would theirs, or the way Leonardo did sometimes in the big brotherly way, " Don.... Don?" voice light he wont push it if Don doesn't stir but he definitely needed some food. And Donatello hoped with the steam from the simmering slowly pot being directed his way now and then that he would be in reasonably good shape to have some. And hopefully the sort of side by side pile along the others had done had been helping.

Don did wake... sort of, when he was moved. At least he opened his eyes, and sort of looked up at Donatello. Though it's unlikely he really woke up enough to understand what was happening. Just enough to know that everything was still okay. There's not even a real acknowledgement of the words, but he does relax and just allows himself to be moved. There's no fever, Don is just cold. Struggling to maintain his body temperature. He's asleep again, almost instantly, once he's laying down.

~~

With the others, particularly Bebe and Inaba with their endothermic systems, and the sleeping bag over all of them, Don finally stops shivering. Between that and the occasional steam diffusing around him, Don sleeps soundly until Donatello starts to rouse him.

He blinks up at his counterpart, not really awake. Don is running on fumes, and focusing on the turtle gently encouraging him to wake up is difficult. He's slowly managing to get there, but it's clearly a struggle.

"Hmm...?"

That fight used up any reserve he may have replenished from the time at the fortress, and the crackers basically took him through the contact with his brothers. Don's not really capable of waking fully. He scratches briefly at a patch of dry skin on his uninjured arm. A sign of the acute malnutrition he's suffered since arriving in the Nexus. Leo's little energy trick, Liam's healing, and the sun baking were able to stave off the worst of the effects for awhile, but it's catching up to him.

He is trying though, and manages to focus his attention on the turtle gently calling his name.

Mikey is wriggling, Donatello will return to poking him more in a moment. Instead he grins seems a struggling focus, but he is trying and to Donatello thats heartening. He moves closer to be a sort of stability for the slightly smaller Don, " hate disturbing you but time to eat the others have-" four hours ago.


And for ease and for now the porting they set aside for Don was mostly free of the chunky bits but was the good slightly thickened soup - turned out to have a chicken cashem sort of flavour only without the nuts or the chicken, all vegetarian. He holds up a camping cup for Don with a straw sticking out of it. " tastes good, young Mike turns out can follow Inaba directions and make good food." light and slow words and tone, all encouraging Don he hoped to take the straw and drink down the soup!


There was water too and Donatello knew tomorrow they had to find water to soak in and maybe some oils to rub in after to rehydrate a fellow turtle properly and then help retain it and take care of skin, Don's was not the only one a bit dry. though he was the worst off and lost color. Well. As long as he had this food and drink then he can sleep again for another four hours and Mikey could get some food in him whilst Donatello got some shuteye, maybe even snuggled about his wife.


If she let him.


" Think I worked out what Bebe's back is growing... a cocoon of sorts. Probably to regrow her wings." hopefully a little science or speculative talk would help his bud focus and distract him from trying to refuse the food, just drink it down and the water and maybe sleepily, talk fae recovery or metamorphosis with him! Maybe?!

Maintaining the focus is almost as difficult as having focused in the first place. "Not h'ngry..." and being awake is hard...

But he promised Raph he would be a good patient. And both brothers, and now his counterpart were all insisting he eat something. So he accepts the stability as he carefully sits up. If Donatello wants him anywhere other than sitting right where he is, he's going to have to push the issue a bit, and Don is pretty sure he can't get out of here without accidentally stepping on anyone at the moment.

He accepts the cup more automatically than anything else. There's a moment of semi-staring at the contents before looking back at Donatello. He heard the words, but it's taking some time to process them. Don's awake, but he's not. Once he figures out what was said, he looks back at the soup and sort of sips at it as told.

It's not long before he's more staring at the cup than drinking from it. And there were words again. Hmm? He blinks himself a little more awake and looks at his counterpart again, not really realizing that he's leaning against the larger turtle.

There's a moment as he processes the words that were said to him, and another long pause for him to formulate a response. He's there, just... moving as slowly mentally as he is physically.

"Maybe why... she hasn't... woken up yet..." Regrowing wings has to take a lot of energy. He doesn't remember where he picked up the tidbit of information at the moment, but he does remember something about fae wings. "More...magical... Talking hurts his chest, but he interrupts his statement with a sip of his soup, hoping it will help somehow, "fae have... larger wings. Might... need them." Even if the fae have lost most of their magic, they might still need some, and maybe the wings are part of that, or otherwise important!

Don's still not really sitting up on his own, but he is slowly making his way through the half cup of soup. Though now that he's finished speaking, he's sort of staring at it again rather than drinking it. He might have his eyes open, but when not actively engaged, he's more asleep than awake.

" I know... buuuuut it will help you sleep some and keep warm like being among those two warm bodies..." Donatello rationalises, yes digestion often meant warmth, well mostly, unless eating cold stuff... heheh and rational was always the best approach with a fellow Donnie. " sides you want to recover to play with that little boy... he is quiet a quick learner."


And its almost automatic, like as if Michelangelo was leaning into him, Donatello rumbles a churr and nuzzles the bald head, tail waggy and then nods, willing to chat more if it helps the Don focus and not chat and sip whilst at it. " keep sipping... yeah yeah I think soooo, I mean it seems to have stopped growing no new foam and has firmed up - sort of like a sponge cake firm enough to be bounce and sponge and bounce back into shape after being touched. We're trying to get water into her, but can't tell really if she is dehydrated. And yeah wondering if its just part of being fae or part of the magic in them... guess we'll have an idea when we see the new wings. Maybe they'll be the exact same? huh kinda excited." happily chattering awaya nd being the support, he was warm enough - reachign with his toe to keep waking the Mikey.


" yeah mostly likely why still out cold I'd expect the drain on her energy demands would be quiet impressive if regrowing some wings." toe pooooke poke poke pokey!

Don watches his counterpart a little blearily through the explanation of why he should eat anyway. Once it's finished, there's another moment before Don grunts softly. Sort of a noise of mildly annoyed acceptance. He got it, and he figured out what was being said, but it's taking him awhile to do so. Between the logic, and definitely wanted to feel better to play with Liam... Yeah, the big guy was right.

"Not fair... bringing logic..." It's actually mostly tease, repeating his words from the last time he woke up and Donatello had just explained what he had traded for Don's care and the logic behind the decision. Don will make a conscious effort to be a good patient. It's rare that anyone in his family trying to help him feel better will bring in logic and rationale quite like this. He is more likely to get Splitner-isms. And... of his brothers, Don is probably the least responsive to that tactic. Occasionally, he has openly rebelled against the usually wise advice strictly because of how it was presented. And he was more likely to object when he's not feeling well. So simple reasoning is almost refreshing, and he responds well.

Like he had with Raph earlier in the astral visit, Don curls into the nuzzle. He briefly responded to the churr, but it hurt to do so and took energy he just doesn't have so he stopped. But he stays curled up against the larger turtle.

He's listening to the explanation! Or... trying to at least. He caught most of it, even in his current state. And he is slowly working through the half cup of soup.

"Suppose the skin thing works on her?" Oh... he can do better than that. That sounds like a Mikey statement. What's the word?! A soft frustrated noise as he struggles to find the word he's looking for. "Check... skin turgor...?" HA! He got it. Though they would only be guessing. Though Don knows the trick works on Klunk, Master Splinter and even his brothers. And it's better than nothing.

Don is struggling more to stay awake. He wants to listen, and he's trying to get through the soup as requested, but he's fading again, comfortable, safe in a big brother's care. Even if it's not his Leo or Raph.

"Or... completely diff'r'nt w'ngs."

The hint of excitement, and the chatter had gotten him through most of the small cup, but Don's falling asleep again. He wanted to stay awake and chat, but this is a battle that he is quickly losing. Though he is still listening... sort of. The soft "Mm hmm..." Actually is agreement that regrowing wings has to take a lot of energy. Don's just sort of barely able to manage that much though! There are about four sips left in his cup, and he's about to spill the rest, closing eyes, sort of slumping as he is falling asleep again.

Donatello chuckles a bit, keeping his attentions small and also his nuzzle let him assess how dry Don was. And it's pretty bad. Tomorrow when the day was warm they had to find water and Don needed to soak as much as sun bake to help him digest food as well as absorb fluids. He kicks Mikey again, lightly against his shell and finally being nudged out of the sleeping bag he was stirring. A grin at Don. " We are Donatello's we don't play fair... we play logical and rational." he teases back, and is amused, reminded of the last time Don spoke those words. Well they knew Don hadn't been out of the woods entirely. Liam had not given him a lot. And Donatello had meagre supplies in his tech pack and whatever Mikey had in his pockets.


No he would stick to the rules, try to get by aand get Don strong again as best they could on the supplies they find. But he was going to have to consider giving Don another Liam boost if feeding as best they could manage and a soak and bake tomorrow. Poor Don would sleep well for another four hours then it is Mikey's turn to get him up and somewhat into some food and water. And as Do struggles for a word Donatello knows he's at the end of he could manage for now and Donatello grins, keeping up the churr, replacing Don's brothers for the moment and snuggling around him as the strength flows out and sleep takes back over. He is whispering though, don't think more tonight Don, " I'll do the test and get some fluids into her and you with a cloth and irrigation from a cup okay/" yep, he would set that up and instruct Mikey to watch over it. Holding Don until he is passed out once more, a silent promise to be the big brother in this situation as he rearely found himself in. Usually Donatello would have the facts and give them to Leonardo and he'll have the pressure to decide to make plans with all the info he was given.


He had a new appreciation for how hard the brother in blue must have it all their brothers in blue must have it.


But Mikey is awake and Don is asleep again. so it was time to get him back in the warmth and below the fire smoke to keep warm, and then get water into him and Bebe as best they could.


He is careful knowing there is injuries but not knowing how bad. He could scan Don for broken bones but his pack could only tell him they were there not which ones and or how badly. So he is extremely slow and with a sleepy but waking Mikey's help he resettled Don, back on his plastron and resolves to scan him before they move in the morning to somewhere they could get a turtle soaked. Now though he is pulling off his bandana and ripping it in two, it is still fairly clean. He then opens a skin enough to stuff the cloth down there and get it good and wet, both pieces. And now with wet cloths he is careful to get them into Don's mouth, inside his chee away from tongue and teeth for now because he doesn't want him to choke, this is to slowly let water seep into his body over time. Moving Bebe right in beside Don, because of her back he had to snug her front against Don, on the plus side her heat would be right on him, and now he could do the same for her. get the piece of purple cloth tucked in there and away from her teeth and tongue.


There... and over to Mikey his turn for a night vigil, he would have to move through the night, Don moves his wife into Mikey's spot for extra warmth and then lays beside her, cuddling closer and lets himself rest. Ressst. Funny... Mikey was rubbing his head now and soothing him.

The cold!


The kick didn't bother him, the cold did though and he shivers... then wakes and it's in the middle of Donatello getting Don settled... he notes the cup and sniffs it, oh good Don had eaten something, sure it was half soup half broth but he had some and hopefully at the end of his watch Mikey could get some more into him. if the guy wanted to wake and get away fromt he cuddle with the fae - hah - had to be nice and warm now! he doesn't get in Donatello's way as he works, helps him, resettle and takes note of the watering... hmmmm hopefully it will work. He nods and rubs all turtle heads. They were not brothers but they were.


And so with them asleep first Mikey builds the little fire up a little, checks on the sleepers and tucks in feet to keep them warm and the heat retained. He sets the pots again, one to keep the stew broth just barely warm to go through to break fast, and the steaming pot to begin steaming again to wave a little more over Dons way.


He checks ont he little ones snuggled in Liam had wriggle about and settled his head on Don's shoulder, Elena snuggling to him - dawwwwwwww

Annnnnnnd it is one of his last rounds and when the moon has moved across the sky and he's marveled at the quiet and the stars not his own Mikey takes a turn, warming back up a cup of broth for Don. not too hot, just warm.


he'd kept up waving the steam over the turtle and watching to make sure he'd not swallowed the water cloth. And that Bebe was breathing.


And he wasn't as big as Donatelloe and couldn't move Don the way he was able, so Mikey had to go a different way slipping under the sleeping bag with him, gently pushing the Bebe off and prodding Don once he'd tugged the water cloth free. He'd not wake him entirely, just enough to encourage another cup into him. And he only had Mikey annoying tactics at hands to do so. " cooome on Don wakey wakey cool fresh water and brothy... swear it's still yummy and nice and waaarm." in little brother whiney come on big bro tones. No brother could resist that surely?!


He cheeks the reed straw was clear ready for Don to give it another go. Bebe hadn't stirred so he left her water in place.


And he'd have to wake Leon for his watch until morning when Don had at least attempted a little more broth. They were determined to get energy and repairing food even a almost thin soup, thick broth into Don. Only rule Donatello had been firm on is not forcing it. Encourage Don to have as much as possible.

Don doesn't respond to the information about the fluids on a cloth. He's not awake enough to do so. But he did sort of hear it. He won't admit to it unless pressed, but he's extremely glad that between Leon and his larger counterpart that they had some sort of leadership that's not him.

Don has led a charge precisely one time.

It did not go well.

Sure, they had accomplished their goals, but that's not a price he's willing to pay a second time.

A scan would show that nothing is broken, but all the same, his shoulder that hit the ground isn't in great shape. He's lucky he didn't break his clavicle or anything else. He did jam it pretty good though, and might even have some bruising to the bones there.

He doesn't really notice when he's tucked in, but he does lightly nuzzle into Liam and relax when the little guy settles on his shoulder.

~~

When Mikey starts trying to wake him up, his first response is similar to what his own brothers would receive when trying to wake him up too early! Don groans softly, and bats at Mikey. A non-verbal 'go away.'

It's not adamant. Just testing the waters. How serious are his companions about making him eat? Part of him knows that he needs to eat something. He remembers the conversations from earlier, but he's tired. Waking up is still hard! His first inclination at the moment is to just make the annoying thing go away! That's easier than actually waking!

He can be encouraged to wake up and drink some of the broth, but Mikey might need to up the ante on the annoying just a little.

A chuckle annnd the smaller turtle lets the batting land but is still there and careful to shift the little boy away a little - possibly a very bad move - or very annoying one.


but he's risking it and more leaning close to ear hole and smacking his lips in that way that made a loud popping sound, right against Dons ear hole! " POP! hehehe come on brother from another normal turtle mother - wakey wakey maybe even play with snakey!" and laughing a bit at that - hard to imagine any Don needing to do that on a bathroom visit was delightfully funny to Mikey brain - don't ask.


And he continues in this track for a bit, switching from ear to ear and moving over Don to do so - dude would find it hard to ignore him. Hehehe and the random Pops came too!


He would get the Don up and more into him. Liam hears a pop and makes a soft whimpery sound, there is a brief look of ... well not sure what, fright? worry? on the little guys face in the form of a pout. That goes away when Elena wriggles in her position.

His child is being moved! and the strange noise and Liam's whimper... Don is up like a Raph! Attack first, think later. And unfortunately, 'think' is taking awhile at the moment. Jumping at Mikey!

Though Leo would have been proud of how little disruption he caused to those sleeping next to him.

He doesn't attempt do any damage beyond the actual attempted tackle, because he realized it was just Mikey pretty quickly, but it's taking him a moment to figure out what just happened. For a moment, all he can do is blink at the source of the disruption of his sleep. When he does finally put all the pieces together, he sort of flops back down on the ground where he is, though he does make sure he doesn't fall on Mikey.

"Whaaaaaaat?" All whiiiiiiiine. He does not want to be awake! But now he is. You have his attention. And... he has a whole lot of adrenaline in his system now so he's awake for at least the next 15 minutes, probably a bit longer. But when he crashes, it's going to be hard.

Mikey's answering very over dramatic girly wail and very failed attempt to dodge the Daddy Bear Don was all in silence!


The face was there, the body, the wide mouth - but no sooound!


And then over his dramatics he gins and sits up and whilst Don it on the adrenaline - hey it wasn't a nice tactic but it was a Mikey thing to 'poke the bear'. " greaaaat you awake!' bright enthusiastic whisper as if he hadn't just done that on purpose. " time for a it more soup man and water... water first? you had some to eat before." he offers all bright blue eyed and innocent freckley face and huge smile.


Liam soft chirp chirps in the bundle of limbs he and Elena make, a little disturbed but not awoken by the fast movements. The rest for the group stayed sleeping, Yua twitching closer to the Donatello whom growled softly at Don's and Mikey's sudden movements but didn't wake up either. Leon twitches cuddling closer around the bunny whose nose twitched a few times her ears went up and turned about a few times, pausing to listen in a few directions but then flopping back over.


Mikey holding out the cup with one hand wafts some of the steam over Don with the other, making sure with the suddenness and adrenaline he could breath!

Blink...

Blink...

Really? All that for this? It's absolutely typical Mikey! And maybe shouldn't have been quite as startling to him as it was. He will happily blame the moving Liam for his overreaction, but he's not entirely present either, and that was likely a factor as well. Don groans softly as he hits the ground, not really caring where he lands so long as it isn't on anyone.

Don looks at Mikey from the ground for another moment after he's finished speaking. Like earlier, Don's getting there, but it's taking a moment to follow what's been said. And he looks over at the chirps and growl before turning back to Mikey.

A siiiiiiiigh...

"Still not hungry.

Don does sit up though, and accepts the water. He's resigned, he won't fight being made to eat the soup, neither will he like having his sleep interrupted for food. But he will do it.

He is breathing okay for now, and functioning strictly on adrenaline like he is at the moment, might actually be helping.

Annnnd Mikey offers a sort of chirp of his own, a little brother omega sort of sound, moving closer to Don and nuzzling him lightly, " sorry duuuude, I really really am... and I know but big bossy pants there made me swear on Joey Nails there that I will conjole and big puppy eye look you into sipping half of it down at least man and making sure I make sure you feel like you are not as dry, breathing okay and still warm enough." he points at Donatello, he was under the barest smidge of sleeping bag but had his wedding cloak on and had Yua curled up in arms so seemed warm enough. And as sort of defacto leader of the group Mikey sensed if the encouragement came from Mr Rational Don was less likely to refuse outright and at least give it a go. So he holds out the soup mug too, with that same disarming sort of smile he gave a once angry and hurting Leatherhead.


The nuzzling because he knows he might have caused an adrenaline spike and he's hoping to help it come down, slowly for the moemnt to give Don a moment to have as much as he could before the crash came, Mikey adding in whispers, " the big guys says he doesn't want to make you teleport again, but as long as you have a restless night thanks to soup feeding we can let you rest tomorrow, perhaps a little further along the track in a sunny spot with a bit of water you can sleep undisturbed then." A soft promise, " one more feeding to go though, when it's Leon's turn to see us through to dawn." he points at the blue banded shorty and his bunny bed buddy. " Donatello did toss around the idea of trying to maybe tube feed Bebe but he wasn't sure if at the moment her entire digestive tract might be on suspension so didn't want to risk it.... not sure what all that means but... cool?" yep he recalled the whispered thoughtts of the Donatello and is mostly jibbering now as he attempts to keep Don up a bit to drink his two offerings.

Don sighs as he's nuzzled, sort of half responding to it. He sort of eyes Mikey as he blames the disruption on the larger Donatello, but it does sound as if that's exactly what happened, and the tactic of using Mr. Rational as the reason for the waking is a good one. Don sort of huffs, but accepts the words.

He's still dry, but he's drinking, and at the moment, that's all he can do about it. That and get some more of that soup in his system. Which he will momentarily. He does drink some of the water, but probably not enough for Mikey to truly be 'happy' with it. At the moment, he is also breathing well enough, and for the time being doesn't complain about his chest hurting. Though he does rub it from time to time. It's bothering him, but not enough to say something. And he's not good at concealing ouchies.

"It's still cold." That he will complain about. Though to be fair, he was just rousted out of his nice warm spot, and he had been okay there. He probably will be again when he lays back down.

Don does accept the soup though. He almost glares at it for a moment before he does start to sip at it instead of the water.

There's a soft grunt as Mikey explains that the interruptions are to keep him from having to teleport again! No, he does not want that. And he sort of chokes on an attempted sigh. It's not much beyond that, at this point, and he's breathing more normally after a moment, but it happened. A sunny spot and some water does sound nice. Especially if it's actually a warm day tomorrow. He's still cold.

As Mikey talks at him and nuzzles, Don slowly does make his way through some of the soup. And the nuzzling is at least calming frazzled nerves. He is listening to, and actually paying attention to Mikey's jabber.

"It means that making her eat something like that might make her sick."

" I know, I am in my poncho and undies cause it is cold, And sorry about that, once you have had enough I'll help you get snuggled back in there with Bebe... she seems to run at a higher temperature than humans... at the moment anyways - hey..." Mikey is watching Don and frowns a little, worriedly, he was rather scatter brained but he was attuned to his brothers pain, physical and otherwise, especially heart wise. And was finding he was getting better at picking up on these brothers too. " everything alright?" moving his nuzzles to shoulders to ease tension and his friendly loud happy churrs...


He is glad to see the guy trying, it was not food food yet but hopefully the feeding will help stimulate actual hunger tomorrow after a good long soak/ sunbake rest, he grins a bit and the grunt oooohing a bit at the explanation. " I guess that makes sense. We had the same liquid drain for you too... seems to be ... working? I think? hard to tell on her... you have a little color back though assuming you are the rich olive green you were the first night we met and not the slightly ashed olive you have been looking as late. I was told to leave bones in this broth by Inaba for nail, teeth, bone and we hope carapace help... think it will work?" still just soft chatter to compliment his churrs and nuzzles to help ease Don some more. And to keep the guy alert enough to have as much as he can before needing to lay back down. Mikey would make sure he is comfortable either way before turning the watch over to Leon to see them through until dawn.

Don is sort of absently half nodding at Mikey's words. That is until he's asked if he's alright. He actually stops and just looks at Mikey for a moment before slowly shaking his head.

No. No, he's not alright. He's not alright at all.

He is so very, very tired of being sick. The soup feels thick and heavy to him, and he knows darned well it's not either of those things. There's sort of a general ache from the fight after so long down. His shoulder in particular hurts. He's pretty sure he did something to it that will take time to heal. Time he doesn't have! On top of that, he's so dry and itchy! And what about Liam? He can't even really help take care of him right now! And oh, he wants to play with the kiddo. Wants to see him grow and learn, and he feels like he's missed to much on this trip already! And Don's chest is killing him. Almost literally... He chokes on another breath, struggling for a moment.

It doesn't last long, but it feels like forever! And when it's over, he's angry! And scared. And... he doesn't know whether he wants to scream or cry, but he can't do either. Not with the others sleeping, and he's pretty sure his lungs wouldn't let him anyway.

And so he just looks down and shakes his head in response to the question. No. He's not alright. But Mikey's chatter is something else to focus on, and he does so willingly. It's helping. He appreciates it. There's sort of a half sigh or yawn or something in between as Mikey asks if Don thinks the bone broth would help the way they had hoped. He is calm again as he responds. His words soft, barely more than a whisper so they don't disturb the others.

"It should..." The building blocks were the same for the carapace as the bones. And Don had noticed a few sensitive spots back in the fortress when Bebe was buffing it. The bones in the broth were probably a good idea.

Awwwwwwwwww!!


Mikey looks worried and he moves forward, gently putting aside the mugs when it looks like Don is sort of done with them and hugs the guy, the brother from another dimension, " I'm sorry.... you got stuck with me in your group instead of a turtle that might be able to help.... my Leo's healing hands once healed April, Casey, Raph, my Donnie, myself and Leo in the middle of a battle from mutant snake venom. And even started the process of killing the brain worm in my mutant adopted snake sister Karai's head... if he were here you'd be right as rain in no time and I feel bad you only have me instead... though Inaba and Donatello seemed to on using natural means of helping..." And he really did feel guilty about his lack of ability to do more than perhaps learn and provide nutrition for this group.


He churrs and begins to let go, a nod, " good... then I'll make sure there are more bones in nexts cookings too... ready to lay back down? little fellow is wriggling a bit - think he is looking for you." in sleep. indeed even curled up with Elena there was a tiny peeping chirp and the little guys snout nuzzled at the space Don had been between him and Bebe. Her back looked like it had a whitish shield over it and she heaves a breath. She did that sometimes, didn't seem to mean anything... as far as they knew.

Don returns Mikey's hug. Not quite as willingly as the astral one with his own brothers, but still, a willing return and a grateful acceptance of the comfort from this strange, smaller Mikey. And... well, Don's a middle child. He's a little brother, but he's a big brother too! Especially when it comes to a Mikey, and he can't just let this one feel guilty for something that is absolutely not his fault!

"You know... the Ninja Tribunal never liked when people interfered with what needed to happen. And... maybe this is one of those things. Maybe you're exactly who's supposed to be here." Even if the comment's resemblance to a 'Splinterism' is almost too much for Don to handle.

Maybe, for whatever reason, Don has to face this with the group he's with. Without the assistance of turtles not here. And really, Mikey's soups are probably the best tool that Don could possibly have access to at the moment. Especially since lack of nutrition is his main problem at the moment.

Well... along with the lung issue. And even that is probably at least exacerbated by the fact that he hasn't been eating properly. And the funny thing... is that in convincing Mikey that it's okay, Don's feeling more like it will be too.

"Thanks, Mikey. And... yeah... I'd better do that while I still can." Because he's pretty sure he's nearing the end of his adrenaline rush. It's an effort, but he does manage to make his way back to his spot under his own power with the assistance of the tail of his adrenaline rush and the assistance of the nutrients that they've managed to get into him. Even if he did put up a bit of a fight about it. He does feel better now than he did when Donatello was trying to coax a little soup into him earlier. So really it is a step forward. Not a huge one, but a step. And for now, he'll take it as he carefully gets back into his spot and nuzzles Liam lightly before shifting to go back to sleep.

" oooooooh those peoples soooound smart... though maybe the tribunal won't like me, I have a habit of ... pulling a Mikey." But there is humour in his self deprecation, and a whole lot of little brother is comforted! he is patient with the hug, sure it was slow coming but hey so where his Donnie's hugs sometimes too, sometimes because April had the attention or whatever his brother was working on, sometimes because he was hurting an wasn't feeling much, like snuggling close. Still it came and Mikey appreciated the almost Splinter like words, they made him feel a little less like he was going to screw this up even worse, or miss his brothers so much. Or wish he could still teleport and somehow change places with his Leo.


" I'll do what I can Don, promise..." Enjoying the snuggling. Thinking over the encouragement. the little brother he was absolutely responding to the familiar Splinterism wisdom. He smiles and offers the sore, tired Don a bit of a squeeze in his arms before helping his to settle again, tucking Bebe back in beside him, her body heat had to be incredible. And seeing as Don, either by residual adrenaline or maybe the previous food had picked him up a little Mikey was able to actually offer the rag to Don, " want the water back in for the next sleep?" as the larger Don settles back in.


And there is a muffled dawwwwwing as the sleeping Liam feels the nuzzling and curls up into Don, little churrs and widdle tail waggies - and causing a protesting sort of chirpy sound from Elena as she follows her little friend. There was some stirring from her adopted father at her sound, but Mikey shuuuushes the big turtle muttering, " on over protective Daddy tackle is enough for one night." rubbign the tall lean Donatello's head and smiling as their all tucked in there. " warm enough in there Don?" just to be certain before he builds up the fire for the last stretch and wakes Leon for the last watch.

The chuckle is sort of cynical... "Well, I'm not entirely sure they really liked us either... They just needed us. They definitely had their own agenda."

When Mikey promised to do what he can, Don chuckled softly. "I know. Mikeys always do."

Once he was curled up back in his spot. He did manage to get there on his own, and it's probably a combination of the remaining adrenaline and a little bit of food in his system, small though it may be, that is allowing him to at least be more himself this time.  Still, he can definitely feel the adrenaline fading fast, and he eyes the water cloth Mikey held for a moment before half sighing and accepting it. He was dry and itchy, and anything that might help would probably be a good idea.

"Mm hmm..." is soft in response to Mikey asking if he's warm enough. Yes, Bebe's heat is very nice, and Liam is curled up against him, safe and sound. And he's asleep again quickly, even with the last bits of the adrenaline still fading from his system.

~~

And Leon had probably been just considering waking Don up, when he's up on his own, hands and knees, and he can't breathe. And this time, it's not letting up like it did earlier.

Of course the transition from snuggling to not snuggling - just as Leon realises something is very wrong, woke Liam. he sits up yawning - but immediately becomes alert and round eyed...


And over the top of Leon calling for help because he has no idea how to help Don - Liam's alarmed warbling broke through the quiet predawn light and morning and into all those sleeping heads - even seem to reach something within Bebe... whose large dark eyes opened and watched... not like she was there... but there at the same time.

The combined alarmed calls of Leon and Liam broke through the rest Donatello was in. Past the soft furry warmth of his wife... and he blinks at Don - on his hands and knees and not breathing.... he blinks.... pulling off his techpack. " Leon, Inaba, Yua take Elena... find a fresh water, clear water pond of some type... leave a trail of some sort - go!" That way if Leon and Liams sounds called trouble too them half the troop was at least safe. " Mikey get your belt off so I can get in and out of it please then try to calm down Liam, take him with you follow the others make sure we have a clear path to get there and protect them - his sounds will only upset Don more.... Don... Don - try to calm down, and stop fighting with your lungs, your a turtle you have a little ability to hold your breath.... try to reach the internal breathing..." Trying to help his interdimensional brother whilst pulling apart his tech pack, literally gears and springs and pieces.


Building as he goes, on the fly, with what he had an inhalor.


Taking a chance his counterpart had a mutant version of asthma and going by what he knew of their respiratory systems as turtles.... And it would be a temporary device and he had limited... very limited medications to use.... and he knew already as he is bending and shaping and shaking and using his very few phone sized tools to get this done the device would not hold up for long time usage and there would be at minimum eighty doses... and without the option of a preventor....


Well it was all he had and his priority.... and trying not to think of the real issue facing them... the first breath Don didn't seem to be able to get in he wont be able to use the inhalor in the first place... but Donatello could only do one logical thing at the moment, trying to help Don find the internal breathing, to find his center and just dig deep into the turtle heritage and hold on whilst Don tried to figure something out as he builds and.... huh he hadn't thought of Bebe... she was lying there eyes open but not like she was really with them at the moment - well he couldn't think of her right now.

The alarm of the others and her friend sent Elena into sort of low wails, but Yua scooped her up and she buries her face into the princesses soft fur, missing her father sending them away, she would had protested - and does when she realizes their moving.

Okay okay - he'd reacted freaked, because well he was. Though he did feel bad for clearly being a part of upsetting Liam...


But he was not a Leo built for this kind of thing... and was glad.... if in the middle of patting Don's shoulder - to have another take over.


And he understood, the noise of the little guy might attract trouble. And with less distractions perhaps Donatello could help Don. A nod and he begins shooing the ladies up and - well gathering bits and pieces of their camp into his arms as he goes. " I'll rip up one of our wedding cloask and leave it along the way.... Mikey will come back for yous once we are somewhere quiet if yous haven't joined up by then." herubs Don's shoulders - probably good for him to have less of them about fussing and worrying whilst Donatello worked too. " reach for your brothers man, seek their strength too..." because if anyone could help this Don find the internal breathing whatever the heck that meant.


Waiting for Inaba to lead off though because she had the best nose for water.

Mikey had not moved far - grinning and reassured by Don's words - and stayed close to him. sleeping once Leon was up curled up close to him and Bebe. and why he was up when the party began to move and Donatello's voice cut through the worried calling of Leon and the sounds Liam started to make... oh it hurt to hear the little guy so upset but he sensed his Daddy was not doing good.


Mikey though rocking the little boy and shuuushing him adds, sees Bebe's eyes open and hasn't a clue what is going on near her. Liam is reaching for her making weird sounds. He manages to pull off and drop his belt near Donatello, but boy the little guy was determined grabbing the hair of the fae and making sounds at her...


huh.... it clicks... she's a fae! she had to have something that would buy Donatello enough time to help Don.


Mikey pokes her ignoring Donatello's order for a bit longer, " help us... help Don... he can't breath..."

Nothing made sense.... she'd recalled very little... pain and fear and getting between the kids and Yua and an attacker....


Still nothing made sense...


The hair pulling - the words... but someone needed help, that much she understood and the touch of the half dragon, a magical being, much much more than a fae like herself touched old magics she didn't know how to use.


Instincts though, driven by the urgency the little half dragon was driving forced a touch into the powers, her small hands reach resting against Don's plastron, she shifts onto the cocooning on her back.


Donatello blinks watching them, but it's broken focus, he was keeping an eye on Don and working hard and frustrated Mikey was lingering. And has no idea what Liam is up to pushing and prodding the barely conscious Bebe like that. But his inhalor was almost done, the medication... it might be too strong as he was going by basic guess work and it might be more a tuned to a turtle his Michelangelo's size. but hey it was what he had short notice and he wasn't even sure if it was an asthma attack!! Oh this was too much pressure... but at the very least if it was an overdose that would only make Don high... if he could get it into him!


Bebe is barely aware of touching the genio innocuos chest hands moving up his plastron to his neck and shoulders crooks, pulling herself up slowly " bless... your lungs with my magic light... I -give... the gift of myyyy breath of life..." whispered pressing lips against his and as her spell called for, gifting him with her some of her breaths - not a lot cause she was not strong, had no control over the instinct and well she didn't have turtle lung compacity.


Liam though watches anxiously - he has little knowledge of what she did, and doesn't worry when she flops back onto the ground out cold. Mikey watches anxiously - had it helped? could Don breath enough?


Donatello could do little but hopes so too givving his improvised inhalor a shake and offering it to Don. " think you can suck in some of this? if this is an asthma attack it should ease it... possibly make you high a bit - ...." ooooh please be asthma... and ooooh he hoped the faes trick had brought Don just a little of what he needed to do so. Maybe it was a good thing Mikey ignored him?!


She looked like she was back out cold again. Not breathing yet until Don did and the small spell that gave him her breath broke.

Even before Leon's suggestion, Don is calling out for Leo. It was almost as he realized there was a problem. He couldn't call for his traveling companions, and didn't know what else to do so he called out to his big brother.

When Donatello tries to get his attention, Don struggles to make eye contact, but does nod more with his eyes than anything else. The trouble is, he can't get the breath he usually uses to focus!

He does however, manage to compartmentalize, shutting away the fear. It lets him focus briefly. Anger next. Locked away.

And he reaches a point of internal breathing just as Leo arrives.

Leo arrived to three separate incarnations of his brother. None of them what he expected.

A child version cowering on the floor, and his gamera mutation raging against the walls were locked in separate cages not unlike the containment unit that had been in the lair to hold him in the monstrous form. Leo froze briefly. He had known that Don could compartmentalize his emotions, but this? Leo never would have guessed he meant literally tearing apart pieces of his spirit and locking them up!

The version that was free was older, calm, and breathing internally. Leo left that one alone. He focused on the ones in cages, though he cast a concerned glance at the gamera mutation. He had thought that gone!

Leo settled between the two locked up emotions, and started trying to soothe them, he didn't try to break the cages, just calm them.

Fear approached Leo, curled up against the glass next to him, and quivered on the floor of the unit it was trapped in, accepting the assistance. And even Anger calmed and settled near Leo.

The free version took an assisted, small breath and looked up. What was that? Where did that come from? Something he hasn't had access to in some time stirred. Hmm? Outside observers might notice a faint purple glow race along sharp, angled lines, but it only stirs faintly and very briefly as Bebe's spell is cast. Anyone who sees it might think they imagined it.

Don looked up at his counterpart. He needs this, he knows. But... everyone else's 'a little high' will probably be more than that for him...

But he nods, and accepts the inhaler. It was weird breathing breaths not his own, and he had to fight them to hold the medicine a moment.  

Another weird, shallow assisted breath, then he coughs once and is breathing on his own again.

And he lets himself fall to his side.

As he does so, Leo watches the cages break, and the once caged  parts rushed To rejoin the free one. Leaving Don there with Leo. Leo followed the emotions back to where they reformed into Don.

Outwardly, Don's not terribly conscious for a moment. Inwardly, Leo has him.

"Someday, Donnie... you're going to have to tell me what the shell that was."

Don nodded, accepting the hug then closed his eyes to Leo and looked up at Donatello.

"Thank... you... um... what's it... going to do...?" Because there is no doubt in his mind that he's about to be very, very high...

Breathing is hard, but it's clearing up. And he can tell something happened out here, he felt the breaths not his own. And he's sort of looking questioningly at the scene around him. Not everything that happened here made sense. "What... happened...?"

Oh... he's feeling shaky, is that the remnants of the attack? Or is thar the high Donatello was talking about...? Don can still feel Leo, doing what he can to assist.

Oooooooooookay.... it is only when Don takes a breath does Donatello even sort of relax... but it's not relief yet and he moves forward shuffling the fae out of the way to sit Don up - rest him against rocks and shrug a little at the question. " honestly Don i do not know... it might take one hit, might take a few to achieve the same clearing of air ways... and it miiight make you a spacey... like you'd smoked some weed." slowly, hands on Don's shoulders. " I'm sorry I should have made it yesterday ..." the dude was mentally kicking himself for not doing so the moment they suspected anything. His pack was no longer a pack, it was a heap of materials piled about them and the odd couple of tools.


Liam crawls over Bebe to Don making the little worried sounds again. Dang it Donatello would have preferred the boy be away and not watching but he supposed the little guy sensed something and or that the fae could help a little. Still Donatello rubs the little shell keeping an eye on Don and him.


Mikey meanwhile drags the fae out of their way and waits for her to breath.

Don is definitely shaky now, and sort of staring at his counterpart. "Mm...kay..." Not like he has much of a choice in the matter. And apparently he's about to find out what weed is like. Alrighty...

Because again... he doesn't exactly have a choice.

When the big guy starts lamenting not making the inhaler yesterday, Don half shrugs and pulls him in for a hug. He's tired, and shaky and holding onto a thought very long is starting to get a little difficult.

He is sort of staring at all the pieces left of the tech pack. "Sorry... 'd offer to help..." Yeah, he would offer to help put what they can back together, except he holds up a hand, and he can't keep it still. He hates that it had to be torn apart to help him. He hates that the big guy keeps going above and beyond to help him, and Don feels like all he's done is go downhill! It's frust--

Liam has crawled over to him, and Don has lost the previous train of thought. When Liam is close enough, Don pulls him in for a hug. Weren't there others here...?

A glance around, and he spots Mikey and Bebe. He knows something happened involving the fae, but he has no idea what. There's sort of a strange spark of... something.

Oh... he does not like this feeling. Better than not breathing, but holding onto a thought and putting pieces together is getting harder.

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" sorry man if we had time or equipment I could maybe fashion a preventor which would help with this but... sorry man..." he felt bad, he was a Donatello! He was the turtle his brothers looked to to make sure the lair was warm, they had hot water. That their electricity and internet worked. They helped but he did the grunt work. And when he was really needed he he was lacking.


Not his fault. He knew and the hug he returns rubbing his counterparts shell.


" don't worry about the tech pack, I'll stash the remains in Mikey's belt and they might come in handy. And it's worth it, be time for an upgrade whenever we get home."


Yeah he didn't care about the pack less for him to carry about in the long run annnnnd had been out to good use.


Liam churrs snuggling against Don and smiling finally his little worried sounds.


Mikey meanwhile is waiting for Bebe to breath... and when she doesn't the orange clad turtle recalls what he could of CPR ...


Not too hard in the rescue breaths or she might pop!

"Don't be. It's fiiiine." Oh dear. That's not like him. He sort of shakes his head, trying to clear it, at least a little longer. He hugs Liam close, and can feel Leo clearing up some of the drugged feeling.

There's a glance over at Mike, as he started CPR. Wait... the... shell, it's hard to think. Oh, he doesn't like this feeling...

Don moved over next to Mike. Then he stopped him gently, set Liam down next to him and took over.

Oh... Leo, help... and big brother came through. Don took a moment to focus, and dang it was hard! He wasn't even sure he could duplicate what he had felt, but he tried. First breath wasn't right. That's not it. Focus, Donnie! He took a centering breath, and could feel Leo and maybe another...? He could feel them clear away a little more of the fog in his head. There!

He tried again. And this time felt it. Only for a fraction of a second, and not quite sure what it was. The sharp, purple lines are back, faint, but present, and only so very briefly. And this flash travels in the opposite direction of the first one. He doesn't notice the lines himself, he is focused on Bebe and what he's trying to do.  All he knows is that it felt like whatever happened earlier.

He paused again. Checking for a pulse, for breathing before he would continue or pass the job back to Mikey.

((OOC: Yaayyy! Chatzy!))

The abrupt change and shift and Donatello almost cursed, he'd let go of Don but hovered like an over worried parent or big brother for a moment watching and then cursing a bit out louder moving to offer a hand with Bebe if she doesn't improve in a moment. he understood nothing she did before only that it could be how Don got enough breath to even attempt a little medication int he first place.


" what happened? hang on Don I'll do the breaths -" gently to Mikey and Don - worried about Don over exerting himself soo soon after just regaining some ability to breath again and to Mikey wanting to know what was happening in the moment he lost track of her and the small orange wearing turtle in the moments of watching and waiting worriedly over his counterpart and the inhalor.


Mikey gave up the spot reluctantly, but he was a smaller turtle all told so even unwell he wasn't going to push Don around or try to, to Donatello " I don't know I assumed the... spell or whatever she used to give her breaths to Don would just well stop when he was able to breath on his own... but maybe it took too long ...? i know she used some sort of magic and... wow can you use magic too Don?" amazed seeing the purple colors.


Donatello whoooaed too but - lets Don search for pulse or breath first before attempting anything. And especially moving them all as he wanted too very soon.


But the combined efforts of Mikey and then Don helped the fae, there was a pulse still and then a sort of gasp as the spell finally left her and she breeeaaaths.


Liam stays beside Don watching them and chirping, he'd not let go of Don easily but now there he waits, watching... oooohing a bit and then nawwwing when there is purple and then go!

Donatello's offer to do the breaths was waved off. Don just felt like he had to. And no, it was something he was going to be able to explain. He just sort of knew he had to do it. If the first attempt or two hadn't succeeded, Don would have let them take over. He knows he's not ready to do this very long.

Only once Bebe is breathing again does he half laugh and sort of fall back into a seated position. He looks at Mikey. Leo is definitely gone now, and it's getting hard to concentrate again... But he did manage to catch Mikey's question.

"Huh? No... Why?"

Oh, he hopes they answer his question quickly, because he's not sure how long he's going to be able to focus on the conversation. Don gathers up Liam again and nuzzles him as he sits back against the rock again and just takes a moment to breathe. He leans back and looks up.

Oh... that cloud... looks like a duck.

Mikey rolls Bebe into recovery position brushing the dirt and leaves and twigs off of the cocoon like goop on her back, " nicely done Don she's breathing... your breathing... the others and who knows how far ahead of us... what was with the glowing it up back there like Avatar Aang?" wondering as he said it if these turtles had the last avatar cartoon... still he was curious and watches and Donatello fusses a bit with Don.


Helping his counterpart sit back and making sure he was breathing fine still, tucking inhalor into belt before gathering the reamins of his pack and beginning to take them all down into the belt pockets. " yeah that coloring was pretty wild... quiet pretty colors... annnnnd I hate to make answering that harder but we should move on now that she is breathing and Don is... given this inhalor has only started working I thiiink I should carry you again Don if you are ready to move on." he had to get them clear of this spot. It was possible no one heard... but he doesn't want to risk it and sides now it was time to catch up with the others who would no doubt be worrying about them. He waits for a sign Don is ready though... or too high to answer - in which case he hated his counterpart was going to find himself teleporting again.

Don is breathing well now. Probably better than he has in a long time. The inhaler was exceptionally effective on that front.

It was also exceptionally effective in making him high. Don is quickly losing the battle to sort of remain himself and stay focused, especially now that Leo is no longer there helping him. Good thing Mikey asked first, because Don caught that and completely ignored what Donatello was saying afterward! One thing at a time.

He's laughing, almost giggling, over his counterpart saying they should move on. It's fairly soft, but definitely a Don-is-not-all-there laugh.

"Chiiiiiii!" More laughing. Not magic, because that's ridiculous! He is sort of wagging a finger at Mikey too. "You're siiiiiillyyyyy. IIIII can't do thaaaat without an aaaaamulet." There is no more explanation than that. Never mind that Mikey and Donatello would have no way of knowing that Don and his brothers had ever been able to use chi like that, or that it would definitely look like magic if one didn't already know what it was. Normally, he would know that and be able to calmly explain. As it is... you'll probably have to ask him later...

Oh, hey! Nexus plant. Nothing particularly weird, just different. He picks a leaf off.

One thing at a time. He's not going to process anything beyond simple statements, and those only one at a time and only if something else doesn't distract him first.

"I feel reeaaeallly weeeiiirrrd..." He doesn't seem upset about this at all. He's not really capable of it at the moment.

A laugh and Mikey - sniggering nods, " oooooh riiiight chiiiiii - how could I not know.... Pretty chiiiiii.' he is amused whilst Donatello looks worried and he pats the tall guys shoulder, " reeeeelax, he'd breathing, Bebe is breathing, and we are ready to move on... I think it's probably best to just ask forgiveness at the other end than permission right now...." No he and Donatello don't wanna make it another one of those times Don would come back to them in his right mind and be in a new place, but they did need to go.


He is putting his belt back on rubs Don's head. " it's a good weiiiiird though right?" And moves to pick up the fae fire man style over his shoulder, that way he kept one hand free to help Donatello with the little fellow after he got Don up too.

Ooooooh deaaaaaaar.



It was hard to remain tense when Mikey is there...


And the way Don explained to Mikey what had been the color. He siiiiiighs, but as it was clear Don could only focus on one at a time he just chuckles and listens to a response about Mikey's question about how weird. Oh maaaaaan maybe he should have lowered the dose more.... oh dear maybe he could tinker later... nah not risk breaking the inhalor. And well as Mikey is moving to scoop up Bebe he moves closer to Don to do the same. And well... he didn't want to make Don sick or throw up by slinging him over a shoulder so he prepares to pick him up bridle style. " ready for a ride?" completely missing the innuendo.

Don doesn't really recognize Mikey's response. He is busy observing the leaf. He's turning it over, looking at it closely, smelling it, and is definitely not paying attention to the other turtles around him as Mikey reassures Donatello that this is fine! At least for the moment. Mikey is also right about asking forgiveness later being the optimal course of action. Asking permission now would do absolutely no good! Though if it makes the big guy feel better, Don would absolutely give permission at the moment, but he will not remember it later. Also, Don willingly took the inhaler, knowing potential consequences! Though he had been sort of unable to tell the big guy to back off the dose at the time, so... he knew what he was getting into.

"Rrreeeeeaaaalllll goood."

He does look up as Donatello is close enough to pick him up bridal style! And he completely misses and innuendo. It's unlikely he would have made the connection on a good day. And at the moment, he'd just been distracted from his leaf. Which is still in his hand. He brushes it along Donatello's snout because... well... it's there. Don is still shaky, so not letting him walk is probably for the best. Also... he's liable to wander off...

"Riiiiide? Suuuuure." And he just doesn't know what else to do with his leaf.

He sticks it in his mouth.

Hopefully Liam is not taking notes...

Donatello just goes along with the moment, even managing a chuckling and nuzzle to the leaf before playfully blowing at it. Once Don had it secured her siiiiighs and with a roll of eyes that is sort of a mix at Don high and Mikey being himself he lifts his counterpart once he had his leaf and waits then for Mikey, helping him get the little Liam up onto his shoulders. And thus with a worried Liam hanging onto his head legs dangling either side of his neck and safely tucked between carapace and back of shoulders they set off after finding the trail of the others.


He did't like how worried Liam had looked soooo as they moved along he puts out there. " We could sing quietly, anyone know good hiking melodies?" might be amusing if Don tries to sing something in this altered state.

ooooooooooooooooh Liam was watching alright... and made Mikey laugh when, confused by dad's behavior he went to find his own leaf to look at - though his made him sneeze and by the tim ehe'd finish rubbing the urge to sneeze again away he was tucked up on this very high spot!


Woooooooooooooooooo he wanted to yell in delight but manages to keep to a soft sort of cheer and waggle of tail and arms in the air above his head this was a great vantage point! and he had bandana tails to play with and tug!!

Annnnd their off slowly, Mikey had been sort of giggling about Don's altered state - hey! it was hard not to with the leaf thing! hahaha buuuuut they had to get going and once the little guy was also up in arms and seemed secure he lead off, he had Bebe over his shoulder fireman style and she was... clearly still sort of out of it.


" ooooh I know!-"



And keeping in mind to not be too loud and use no vulgar language in front of the little guy...


"I have a sad story to tell you
It may hurt your feelings a bit
Last night when I walked into my bathroom
I stepped in a big pile of... shhhhhhhhh-"


-sweet thick cream, be nice and clean
cream everyday and you'll always look keen"


"... oy vie I am going to regret this..."

Oh! Up! If it was possible for him to do swirly googley eyes... he absolutely did. He sort of flops backward for a moment, which really only adds to the dizzy sensation. After a moment he's giggling.

And finds Liam's feet. He tickles them for a moment, but is distracted by Mikey's song.

"Replaaaaced shhiiit." More giggling. Because unlike Mikey, who can make sure he alters lyrics for small ears... Don has no such filter at the moment.

Hunh? There's something in his mouth. He pulls the now gloopy leaf back out, and observes it for a moment before offering it to Donatello.

"What's thiiis?" He waves the sloppy, floppy leaf closer. Probably so close that the larger turtle couldn't tell what it was if he wanted to. Good thing the big guy wears glasses, he might have found the leaf inserted into his cornea. And considering that it has been in Don's mouth... he probably doesn't want to. Even in his altered state, Don is aware that this is a leaf... he wants to know what kind.

Oooooh boy donatello was trying his best not to make this trip more dizzying for his counterpart and smooth as possible, hence why not carrying him dangling over his shoulder.


And ooh dear!!!


Liam giggles wriggling his toes - and leaning a bit to look at his currently communing with crazy Daddy!


A splutter on laughter that really should not have been there and a nudge to Mikey, " you sang the song it's your fault if Liam starts sayign the sssss word and i'ma tell Don all about it when he is in his right mind -" breaking off when there is a leaf...


a soggy wet leaf in his face, oh maaaan the nerd in him coming out before he could stop it " A leaf, plural leaves, is a (generally but not always dorsiventrally flattened) organ of a vascular plant and is the principal lateral appendage of the stem, usually borne above ground and specialized for photosynth-"


cut off by Liam excitedly and rather randomly saying " Shhhhhh iiii-"


Anda rather panicked looking Mikey jostling the bebe on his shoulder in his haste to spin about and say over the top of the boy, " Sugar honey iced teaaaa!"


Maaaaan when he neededthe ability to do a good face palming ...