The aftermath of the ROTTMNT movie. This fic is heavily inspired by the comic 'AFTERMATH' by happyfoxx_art on Instagram. I asked permission to use their story and they said that I could. on the first chapter there will be a link to their account and...
Also, things in italic means it's blurry or from a distance and not very clear. Anything in bold will be in sign language. Anyways, on with the story!
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The door slammed open, and Mikey ran in. "What happened?!" "Mikey-?"
"You screamed! Leo--What--" Mikey tried to ask but was interrupted almost immediately by Leo. "I'm okay. But I need you to grab some supplies and go help Donnie." Mikey stood for a moment but nodded slightly before answering. "Understood. I'm on it."
He walked past the two and rummaged through some cabinets. He found a small medical kit and left the room, to go look for his brother. After looking for about five minutes, he found himself in Donnie's room. The lights were all off. The only thing illuminating the room was the dim light from the entrance. Donnie was sat in the corner of the room, hugging his knees close to his face as his body shook. "Donnie?..." Mikey spoke up, almost silently, not wanting to set him off. He set the kit down and kneeled down next to him. "Hey Dee. Can you answer me right now?" When all he got in response was a shake of the head, he nodded slightly. "That's okay."
"Look...I know you probably don't want to be touched right now, but you're kinda bleeding a lot. Can we get you cleaned up and stuff? Take the battle shell off?"
Donnie looked away slightly but signed his answer. 'Slowly. Yes.' Mikey nodded and moved to be behind him. He reached up and grabbed hold of the metallic shell. "Okay. Hit the release?" As Donnie did so, Michaelangelo slowly pulled the shell off. "Okay, Okay. Coming off now."
Donnie instantly hissed in pain, hugging his legs closer to himself. As it was pulled away, Mikey had to hold back from gagging at the sight. "O-Oh. Oh gosh, Dee, what-- Is this from the ship??" After noticing the hesitant nod from his brother, he took a deep breath in.
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"W..Well. I think your battle shell kinda made it look much worse than it is- It kinda got...well, blood...everywhere.."
Donnie simply looked over at his now discarded mechanical shell, trying to take his mind off the pain that was making itself well known now that the adrenalin had begun to wear off. Mikey offered a smile. "So, uh, first we should get you cleaned up! That will feel great, okay?" 'Okay.'
Michael stood and held out his hand. "I think you lost a lot of blood. Can I help you so that you don't fall?" He felt as his hand was grabbed. He smiled down and helped his older brother up onto his feet, wrapping a soft towel around Donnie's shell. Donatello stayed silent as they walked out of the room, leaning against Mikey ever so slightly. "Yeah--Lean on me a bit more? Good. We're almost there. You're going to feel so much better when you're not sticky."
Raph walked out from a nearby room, and looked over at the two, clearly worried. He had his eye wrapped up as well as few other medical precautions on his body. "Hey- Everything okay?"
Michael looked over, still keeping his grasp on the shaking soft-shell. "Yeah. We're just gonna go get Dee cleaned up before we head back to the med bay." "Is there anything I can do to help?" Don pulled away slightly, freeing his hands. 'Go see if Casey needs help with Leo?'
Giving a soft smile, Raph nodded. "Good idea. Yell if you need me"
Mikey nodded at the oldest, before helping Donnie to the bathroom. "If you think you are going to fall, just grab me more."
