ROTTMNT Stuff (And Some 2k12)

Sushi and Support

"There you go Don! One step. . Two steps. . . Th- oh crap—"

The ornate box turtle ran and caught his immediate older softshelled brother before he fell to the floor, gently setting him down on the floor afterward. He sat in front of him, smiling. "It's okay Dondon, maybe next time!"
It went silent for about two seconds.
The genius scowled, looking down towards the floor. "No,"
"Huh?"
"No. I'm done, I can't be here not able to do anything while you guys have to take care of my pathetic ass! I might as well cut my damn legs off and make new ones. It's not that hard anyways."
"Donnie no- don't you dare say that! You're okay! We chose to help, remember? I chose to help. I could have just left and hung out with dad but I didn't because I wanna help you. I want you to be able to go back to making those cool machines and hanging out with us doing dumb stuff! It's fun when you and Lee do what Raphie calls your 'middle child nonsense'!" He crossed his arms, obviously not having any of it.
"But it's been weeks and I can't even take three steps. You literally had to take me to the hospital because of something as dumb as a broken rib." He snapped back, brows furrowed irritably.
"Two broken one fractured and one nearly piercing your lung."
". . Right— but still, if I had been just—"

"Nuh-uh, no. Bad Donnie."
"I swear- Why do you guys keep—"
"Because you're saying this stuff! You need to stop!" He grabbed the latter's face, ignoring the flinch as he yanked him close. "You are amazing the way you are and if you don't believe it I'll make you!"
"But—"
"No."
". . Fine—"
"Good! Here, have a lollipop! Courtesy of doctor feelings." He pulled a red lollipop out of a pocket on his belt.
"Doctor feelings? I thought you were 'Doctor Delicate Touch'?"
"Doctor Delicate Touch feels nothing." He smiled, clasping his hands together after releasing the older's face.
"Oh."

. . .

". . . Is it cherry?"
"Yes, yes it is. Will you accept the cherry lollipop?"
". . . Yes."
"Good job."

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"So, how's Don doin'?" Raph questioned, turning towards the box turtle as he walked in.
"Beating himself up about it again. But he can walk a few steps now!" He sighed, perking up at the last sentence.
"Hey guys—" Leo suddenly poked his head in, mild concern written on his face.
"Yeah?" The two turned.
"Check your phones—"
"What happened this time? You don't seem very- Leo." He pointed out, gesturing vaguely to the slider.
"Just- just check them—"
"Okay Lee!" The youngest pulled his phone out, turning on and unlocking it.
The snapper did the same, both turtle's faces dropping as they saw a notification in a group chat.
"Oh. I thought we deleted this group chat?"
"I did too." Raph scowled.
"Yeah, soooo, what do we say?"
"We tell him no. He hasn't proved anythin' to us and he sure as shell ain't off the hook for what happened."
"Got it." He nodded, typing in a reply and turning the phone off.

-The Fam GC-

Splinter:

Hello boys, and April. I came on here to inform you about my recent decision. . I hope you will understand I know I have not been very well recently but I wish to get better for you all. I understand what I did was wrong, but I hope you will forgive me even if you do not forget, and my boys, if you're reading this. I apologize. I know Donatello will most likely not read this, as he has recently blocked me. So to the boys who haven't, I apologize.

Leo:
No

Raph:
Talk to us when you can prove you've changed. We don't trust you, and we absolutely don't forgive ya after that stunt