ROTTMNT Stuff (And Some 2k12)

Sorry 'Tello-

It's been about 5 Days since Donnie was allowed to stay at his second father's home. He's been bedridden the entire time, Draxum deciding to just take that week off to take care of the poor softshell.

The Baron won't admit, but he does like the company. Even if he has to check up on him and ensure he felt safe and is healing. (Completely worth it, in his opinion. But he surely won't admit it.)
He didn't mind making extra food for meals so they both had food, or making an extra cup of tea for the worse days. Hell, he even allowed him to lay on the couch while they watch movies together. (Mostly documentaries and history channels because they rather enjoyed picking them apart and ranting about how incredibly inaccurate they were)

Today was no different. The two were in the living space, Donnie laying on the couch in a blanket cocoon and his hoodie being used as a pillow, and Draxum sitting in his loveseat as if it were a throne. They were watching a history channel, of course, but this episode had been about the infamous great white shark.
"I have researched about these majestic looking creatures, and they do not seem nearly as terrifying and merciless as this informative rubbish depicts them to be." The sheep man stated.
"They don't attack. . Humans- er— on purpose. ." Don added tiredly.
"Mhm. So I have been told. They merely think these mammalian lifeforms to be simple sea lions and just want to take a test bite. I've been told they are not very fond of the taste of human."
"Mhm. . ."
"You seem rather. . Drained- is everything alright, Donatello?" The Baron questioned, a twinge of worry lacing his tone as he leaned towards the softshell.

"Just. . Just- dzzzee. . ." He trailed off, an exhausted sounding exhale following as he did so.
"Donatello? Donatello what were you saying?" He stood up quickly, shuffling over and kneeling beside the terrapin.
"Hmmmm. . . C- cold—" He murmured.
"How are you cold, Donatello? You are quite literally wrapped within the walls of every blanket in the living space."
He murmured something inaudible, shuffling with a faint whimper.
That set off every alarm in the man's head, his mind immediately telling him to remove the blankets. So he did so, gently wrapping his slender fingers around the top blanket and pulling it off. He continued to do so, carefully pulling off each blanket one by one so as to not harm the purple-clad.
Once most of the blankets were off, he heard another faint whine, followed by a slight shift from the turtle and a shiver. His worry grew, gently pulling off the final blanket and silently hoping it wasn't bad.

How wrong he had been.

The bandages the child wore were completely soaked through at his back, a few spots on his arms seeping through the arm bandages.
The sheep man's eyes widened a bit, instantly maneuvering his arms underneath Donnie's legs and under his arms. He lifted him up, speed walking to the bedroom and laying him on his plastron. He removed the bandages, dropping them into the trash can and snatching up a new roll from the nightstand. He grabbed a few clean cloths and a bowl of clean water.  He carefully dipped one of the cloths in the bowl, squeezing out the excess water and gently cleaning off the blood from the reopened wound. He continued this for about three washcloths before the blood was mostly gone, grabbing the healing ointment and spreading it on a clean cloth, dabbing the worse areas of his shell to coat them in the medicine. He didn't react when he heard the softshell whimper again, other than a small frown as he finished the prepping process.

He unraveled the bandages, wrapping them around the turtles torso and carapace. He was mindful of how tight he wrapped it, ensuring it wasn't too tight but also so it wasn't going to fall off if he moved around. He sighed, mildly ashamed he hadn't noticed earlier. "Donatello, are you alright?"
No response.
"Donatello?" He asked again, resting a hand on his shoulder.
Still no response.
The Baron began to worry, until he realized the terrapin had merely fallen asleep. He sighed in relief, patting his shoulder gently and removing his hand. He cleaned up the mess, putting away the supplies and throwing away any disposables. After he finished that up, he left to grab the blankets, returning and gently laying them over the sleeping softshell. He promptly left, cracking the door open a few inches in case the latter needed anything.