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When you wake up, you're tucked into Donatello's bed, the purple sheet lay spread out over your hips. Your half bandaged stomach is exposed, tools lay on a table nearby as if Donnie stopped working and left before he was done. Sitting up and wincing you groan as pain shoots through your stomach. You move your sheet to revel that your leg has been restitched but not bandaged, "this is weird for Donnie..." You think as you slide out of bed and into your wheelchair. At least he left your wheelchair nearby, but he never stops in the middle of his work...that's when you hear the shouting. Leonardo and Raphael's voices fill the room once you open t

When you wake up, you're tucked into Donatello's bed, the purple sheet lay spread out over your hips. Your half bandaged stomach is exposed, tools lay on a table nearby as if Donnie stopped working and left before he was done. Sitting up and wincing you groan as pain shoots through your stomach. You move your sheet to revel that your leg has been restitched but not bandaged, "this is weird for Donnie..." You think as you slide out of bed and into your wheelchair. At least he left your wheelchair nearby, but he never stops in the middle of his work...that's when you hear the shouting. Leonardo and Raphael's voices fill the room once you open t