Today could not get any worse.

After everything that has happened in this day alone, it certainly couldn't. The genius turtle focused intently on the TV remote control that had been shattered no more than a few hours ago, thanks to Mikey's endless ways to piss off Raph with his persistent nagging.

Carefully re-attaching a wire, Donnie caught his tongue between his teeth in deep concentration not to jostle the remote and disrupt the other wires from their resting places.

He honestly didn't understand Mikeys need to push Raphs buttons, especially someone like Raphael, who would do more damage than necessary just to beat Mikey for being stupid. Raph had been lounging on the couch, minding his own business which more or less involved the football game, Mikey was determined to get his elder brothers attention and what better way than blabbering. His older brother had snarled like a beast and threw the remote straight across the room, and if it hadn't been for Mike's relatively quick reflexes, it would have been his face the remote smashed into, not the wall

Reaching in for another piece to re-apply the 'mother board' his hand steady and calculated. But just as he was about to place it, the small remote sparked causing a reaction to the other open wires. Sparks went flicker off the device before a soft hiss sounded and smoke wafted from the shorted out TV remote.

The purple clad turtle stared down at his hands in disbelief, shock, and overall, anger. That was the 3rd time he had tried to piece the broken remote back together and like now, and every other time, the wires shorted out and basically blew it back to pieces. Like some messed up puzzle that played back, not wanting to be pieced together

With an annoyed cry dropped the destroyed piece of technology and harshly pushed himself away from his work desk whimpering at the pain the stung all the way from his arms to his neck. Bad move Donnie, the wheels of his chair creaking while he slid a couple feet away, careful not to hit his injured ankle, the olive turtle leaned back to scrub his three fingered hand over his aching and blistered face uncaring for the singing pain it caused. Today had been horrible, horrendous, appalling, detestable and those were just a few words to describe today, and they simply weren't enough to express his distaste. All the while, the fight replayed over and over in his head making him hate himself for ever lashing out

His had day started off pleasantly, having gotten an hour more of sleep the he was usually denied due to early morning training, had a very relaxing bath, (but he would never tell anyone he enjoyed them) and a good breakfast.

But thats when everything went downhill

Mikey had been playing with his food babbling on about his new comic book, Leo reading the newspaper while crunching on an apple, Raph hazardously eating a bowl of cereal his upper body draped lazily over the table while he did so, and master splinter watching his soaps on the television. It all seemed like a nice and peaceful morning, well, as peaceful as it could when you live in a sewer.

The coffee maker had made a soft chime when his cup was finished brewing and moved to retrieve it, completing his perfect morning, but thats when Mikey piped up.

"Hey! are you even listening? check this out bro! it's the new comic I found in the junkyard! how could someone this this away? i mean-" the youngest waved his new comic back and forth quickly in front of Raphael's face, continuing his nonsense chatter. Raph though, who didn't even blink, instead scowled. Hiis lip curled upward in a snarl around his spoon.

"Mikey if ya wanna be keepin' yer 'and, ya bettah get it dah shell outta mah face" he grunted, spooning another scoop of cereal into his mouth glaring at the youngest turtles energy, this was why they shouldn't give Mikey sugar, plus mornings, equals grumpy pants Raph.

The olive green turtle sighed happily drowning out the ruckus as he took a very cautious sip of his coffee only to jerk it away realizing it was entirely too hot, he knew that, of course he did. But Donnie needed his caffeine and it was the last ingredient for his rather nice and pleasant morning, but it looked like he needed to wait a little while longer.

Unfortunately, a few paces behind Donnies shell, Raph growled in warning to the smaller turtle as he continued to rant about his new and 'entirely-epicly-almost-as-awesome-as-pizza' comic book. Leo ignoring the two, it was almost like a morning ritual that Mikey would rub Raph the wrong way and chaos would not be far behind, so he stopped trying. He would intervene with 'enough you two' or 'that's enough Mikey' but usually he was ignored even when he was the superior here.

"Come on Raphie!~ you gotta read this, it's got this totally awesome twist ending and everything! And the bad guy kinda looks like you." snickering in the way only a little brother could to the older turtle in excitement.

Said turtle was not amused.

Raphael snarled and gripped Mikeys wrist tightly getting an 'eep' at the act, "Dun' fuckin' call me dat." he snapped his golden eyes flashing dangerously, apparently annoyed but a tired sneer crossed his face "I warned ya Mikey, now hold still." he grabbed his sai from his belt and Mikey squeaked jerking his hand away and took off running and flailing as he went "Ahahahah! You act like him to!" shrieking but he crackled as he took off around the lair, basically adding gasoline and TNT to a raging forest fire...Well Mikey again wasn't the brightest.

Raph snarled again and stood up abruptly, his chair clattering to the floor "Why you little-! C'mere so I can beat dat heada'yours to size!" just about to jump over the table and tackle the annoying runt he called a brother to the floor and beat him to a pulp.

But something happened before he could.

The chairs clatter went unnoticed by the olive turtle, and as he turned back to the group, nursing his large mug of coffee. His foot caught in the chairs gap between the seat and the top causing him to jerk awkwardly a cry escaping him as he felt his ankle twist and a pop echoing the small area. He clattered to the floor hard onto his shell with a 'oof' he didn't get a chance to gasp in pain when his mug, full of his scorching hot coffee, splashed all over his chest and face, tears gathering in his eyes as he yelled in surprise at the pain that hit him simultaneously desperately trying to rub the burning coffee off his skin and face, the steam now riding from his hot, pained form.

The two oldest turtles were frozen in place, everything seemed to play in slow motion, even with their ninja senses and speed it took precious seconds to comprehend what happened. Donnie falling, the sickening pop, the cries of pain, and the shattering of the mug next to Don's leg,

What the shell just happened?!

Luckily they snapped out of there dazes and reacted appropriately "Don!" they yelled in unison, not a moment later both brothers were on their knees beside their injured brother.

Leonardo quickly surveyed the mess that was his younger brother and with desperate glances his heart tearing at the pain moans that came from his younger brother he quickly found the others ankle was trapped and bent awkwardly with the chair, and immediately set out to gently remove the chair the best he could.

Raph was busy trying to wipe off the hot liquid with his hands, Leo's call to Splinter went unnoticed to the red clad turtle "Fuck! Don are ya ok?!" watching the others face contort and bite his lip to stifle and noise, shaking his head vigorously not trusting himself to speak. it burned, it hurt so god damn bad he couldn't even process what to do. The genius turtle could feel his skin swelling and blistering already, his ankle throbbed painfully, and gasped when Leo gently removed his foot from the hole in the chair, gripping at Raphs arm desperately in response.A soft cry escaping past his lips once more as waves of pain washed all over his body.

"what has happened?" splinters calm voice was heard from above them, kneeling with the rest of the group, his calming and fatherly presence was enough for Donatello to try and gather his words, but Raph spoke for him

"We don' fuckin know! I turned 'round and he was on dah floor!" Raph yelled unsure what to do but grabbed hold of Donatello's squirming form so their father could examine his foot better. Donatello's quaking body was unable to be still as hot pain shot up his spin and tingled his entire body.

"M-my ankle!" he shouted finally finding his voice, Splinter sent Raphael a disapproving look from his choice of words but hesitantly examined the olive turtles twisted ankle, and immediately saw the problem with his years of experience.

"M-my foot got stuck in the ch-chairs- GAHHH!" he cried again when splinter suddenly popped his ankle back into place, tears threatening to fall from his eyes at the immense pain of his burning skin, every touch, every slight movement made his body scream at his burning flesh shifted and now throbbing ankle and leg added to the mix. It was quickly swelling and changing from green to a nasty almost purple color faster than Mikey could say cowabunga.

"Sensei, shouldn't you have at least warned him? That was kinda..." Leo asked uncertainly unsure how to finish, not wanting to go against his senseis doings, even as he helped Raph try to wipe off the dark liquid. Unfortunately it only causing more distress to there injured brother who yelped and begged them stop, though pointless, the damage was already done. Turning the olive green skin a bright flaming red and it horrified him to see his little brothers skin look like it was literally melting and boiling.

"Yes, but I was afraid he would struggle and I would have to perform the procedure more than once, it would only prove to me much more painful my son." righting himself up with his cane shakily, "Come, help Donatello to his room so I can wrap his ankle, hurry my sons his wounds will worsen if not treated immediately he is in need of intensive care." and Leo for a moment wish he could remain as calm as his sensei in a time of panic, even if he could sense the slight weariness in his tone.

Leo nodded but Raph injected "I'll do it." grunting he carefully hooked his arm under the smaller turtled knees and the other arm on his shell, the smaller brother cried out and moaned in agony at his skin moving and shifting against Raphael's larger form. He carried Donnie bridal style not wanting to drag him back to his room if it was him and his eldest brother, probably messing up his foot even more, Raph gripped a little tighter when he realized Don was still slick with coffee. The olive colored mutant whimpered and tightly wrapped an arm around his brothers neck, trembling with every step that shook his whole body making his already throbbing ankle scream in agony further.

Leo stood watching for a moment a little surprised by Raph's sudden want to help, usually if something happens he would do what he could and then sit back and wait. That's just how Raph functioned, but dismissed any ideas, he probably just felt guilty it was his toppled chair that caused Don to fall, at least that's what Donatello tried to explain. Once again Raphael's temper proves a disaster, perhaps he should have intervened before Mikey could set off Raph's short fuse.

"Dude, what just happened?" the voice made the blue clad turtle jump slightly whipping around his hand unconsciously gripping for his katana but had not been wearing at the moment. Relaxing soon after realizing it was Mikey, how did he not hear him? He scolded himself for not being alert at all times.

"Don tripped over the chair." he said bluntly raising a brow ridge at the smallest turtle as to why he was poking his head out from around the corner.

"Aww man! I miss everything, I mean I hope he's ok and stuff, but you know. I was trying not to loose my arm to raph, he over reacts to evvvveryyyththhhinnng~ all I wanted was for him to read my new comic." mikey complained even as he grinned ear to ear, Leo rolled his eyes.

"Mikey you started everything."

"I did not!"

"..."

"...does he actually look like Raph?"

"Dude like- its scary, I think I might have nightmares."

Splinter had worked fast, but in such a gentle way, Donatello had not even felt half of it. Even in his old age, his father was still careful and at a time like this, he couldn't be more thankful. His ankle was wrapped it snugly into a splint to keep it from moving or shifting, but that did nothing for his singed skin.

He theorized he popped it straight out of its socket, that explained the pop he heard. And he was correct (as usual) his father went through the speech of being more careful, a ninja should always be alert even in their own surrounding, that was what they were trained for.

It kind of stung and made his heart clench painfully, since he really did forget about his surrounding having opted to ignore his brothers in order to create his cup of coffee

But he considered himself lucky for his ankle, he could have easily broken it, torn muscle, or worse. Don won't be able to walk on it for a few days, but it better than not walking at all, or even having a cast.

Unfortunately he didn't get off so lucky with the coffee, some places were just a fiery red color. (first degree he could tell) But others it was quickly becoming a problem with blisters his neck, shoulders and even on the side of his face they were starting to break out, (second degree and hopefully not a third degree burn) freckling randomly, even he knew the blisters shouldn't be appearing yet so that worried him.

He was sure he looked terrible, sensei said he looked perfectly fine, but he knew he was lying and it only made him feel worse. Not only will he not be able to walk for sometime, but he won't be able to move much, every little movement sent his skin into a frenzy as if something was eating at his flesh, and he couldn't do anything about it.

"Is 'e gonna be ok?" the voice startled Donnie from his inner turmoil, he didn't even see Raph before. Standing in the corner of his room watching with an unreadable expression, narrowed golden eyes catching him completely off guard, and suddenly felt a little embarrassed having been carried into his own bedroom. Especially when he had been near tears at the pain, he had sometime to calm himself with sensei's help, but a few had slipping out of his eyes. Great, now he wished he could simply disappear, he would never want to worry his brothers and crying was the sure fire way to do so.

"Yes my son, Donatello is in need of treatment for his burns" sensei stood from his stool, Raphael gave a barely noticeable nod and looked almost conflicted before he turned to leave. But Splinter's voice stopped him "Seeing as it was your chair that has caused your brother much distress, I am requiring you to tend to your brother, help him bathe to rid of the coffee and help his burns with cold water"

For once Donatello's and Raphael's thoughts were the same WHAT? Both amber yellow and auburn brown widened in surprise. Raph quickly covered it

"Uh sensei that really isn't nesscisar-" the smaller turtle started but was suddenly interrupted "S'not mah fault! Mikey pissed me off with his dumb-"

"silence!" there father cane tapped the concrete ground with a sharp click, shutting the red clad ninja up.

"That is enough Raphael you must take responsibility for your actions, even if it was not your true intention." the dark skin mutant grit his teeth looking like he was going to say something but bit his could only stared helplessly at his master and older brother

"I was planin' on it sensi." Raph bit out "but i'm pretty sure Donnie ain't gonna need help wit a bath" he grit out clenching his fists tightly at his side, Splinter's expression softened

"It may be, but for a father, I do not wish for him to be harmed while alone, he is unable to be on his feet and it is difficult for him to move without pain." his voice taking one of authority and there to be no more buts, cane tapping lightly as he began for the door,

"And I expect it to be done immediately, i'm sure Donatello can instruct you how to wrap his burns." adding lastly before he disappeared out of the genius turtles room. Usually Splinter would care for his sons for such serious wounds when Donnie was out of commission, but Raphael needed to learn that his rage causes mayhem behind him, and must face the consequences.

Raphael finally, having held in his anger punched a near by wall, ignoring the throb in his now aching hand. Donnie would have shook his head but he couldn't even shift at the moment, lying flat on his shell "C-come on Raph, if you get hurt too, I won't even be able to leave to clean my w-wounds" half heartedly hoping to calm his steaming brother down, afraid the pain in his voice would give away what he was hiding. Luckily he only received a mumbled "whateva' "

Well the trip to bathroom had been fun, the darker skinned turtle once again had to carry him, even when the olive turtle insisted he could hop if he could guide him. (only to save himself a the embarrassment it would be so painful to hop but really no one wants to be carried bridal style) of course he was ignored, after a fuss Raph was fed up, and just snatched him up. Donnie's struggling got him a warning growl, the rumbled vibrated through Raphs chest and shuddered at the feeling, and he faked dropping his brother.

That is when Don quickly gave up his struggles, at least there would be so much less painful, but it was still embarrassing especially when Mikey started giggling and making jokes, Note to self, try to do whatever raph said the easy way.

"He's never going to leave this alone..." Donnie mumbled from his spot on the toilet lid, trying to nurse his aching skin to no avail. Raph ignored him in favor of turning on the water " 's Mikey he ain't gonna remember tomarra." he snorted "How cold am I supposed to make this? 'm pretteh sure ya don't want it cold as ice."

Donnie couldn't shake the feeling that for once Mkey would remember every detail

"Just not freezing, I want to soothe the pain, not become a turtle popsicle. I can't really move to feel so I guess whatever you have drawn is fine." not meaning to let his annoyance seep into his tone but it had, to much of his energy had gone down the drain thanks to this emotional roller coaster, and it wasn't even 10am yet.

Something in Donatello's heart was actually a little satisfied Raph was at least trying to help, and not making him do almost everything. It actually made his heart swell, knowing that he wasn't the one turtle who could take care of his brothers when they were injured or sick.

"Good cause i'm fuckin' done with messin wit it." standing as the tub filled properly "now strip Donnie-boy."

Donatello jerked in surprise a small gasp escaping his lips, his skin screeched at him for such a movement and stared wide eyed at his beating furiously against his chest, he could feel heat suddenly making its way to his cheeks, he stuttered unable to actually find words, his thought process stopped working. How could his brother ask him to do such a thing, once more he was interrupted but this time by the other turtles bark of laughter, "Shell! ya shoulda seen yer face!" he slapped his knee with a grin, his laughter dying down after a few moments, "Dat was great Donnie-boy, now 'urry it up I ain't got all day"

Auburn brown eyes glared slightly at the other while something in his chest tightened. The statement really shouldn't have been taken in such a way, but his mind acted for him, they were brothers after all. So why did he actually let his mind wander to something so perverse? the thought made his cheeks warm again and fidget, god he was as perverted as Casey sometimes. Donnie felt disgusted with himself for thinking such a thing, but reasoned within his mind it was a natural response when you are in close relations with a perverted being, it rubs off on you to, whether you like it or not.

"And here I thought you were enjoying yourself" he replied sarcastically carefully trying to remove his pads but was unable to move his arms far enough without a strain. Raph took the whimper as a sign and kneeled to slip them off, as well as the other pads and lastly his mask with a gentle tug it came free. Raphael helped his little brother into the tub keeping his injured leg propped on the rim of the tub so it wouldn't get wet, shivering at the cold water, shakily using a rag to clean off the sticky feeling, and sooth his burns all at once "Thanks Raph."

The golden eyed turtle frowned his brothers sarcastic statement it was just a comeback, but it pushed him differently, not even knowing why, maybe he was thinking too deeply into it. but it rubbed him the wrong way, and he couldn't help but think about it...did...did donnie mean that the hot head didn't like spending time with him..? He knew it was sarcastic because he, the king of sarcasm had the gift so he could pinpoint such a response just as easily as he could wield his sais.

Donatello sighed, finally getting used to the cold water, his burns already feeling better with the water, but it stung terribly. Occasionally making a face of pain as he tried to ignore it, it was the pain of healing he supposed. But what startled him after several minutes, was that his brother had said nothing, yes, Raph wasn't the most talkative of them all. But usually he would make a sarcastic comment in the silence, and it was silent...nothing but the ripples of the water and his slightly heavy breathing due to the waters temperature.

He glanced at the other curiously seeing his to be in deep thought sitting on the toilet lid, where he had been sitting not to long ago, arms crossed and face scrunched up in a scowl, his thinking face.

Donnie tilted his head slightly observing him, wondering if he could take in his body language and guess what he was thinking, however this was his hot headed brother, he was too thick to see through at least most of the time.

"Raph?" he asked but when he got no response he shifted his casted leg to poke his arm with his toes, wincing at the small sting. His brothers eyes narrowed eyes locked with his own, and the bathing brother stopped breathing for a moment, caught in the gaze. he hadn't been expecting such an intense stare. Confliction flickering through those golden orbs

"Wha'?" Raph finally said, his position didn't move or shift, only his eyes moved but they were glued to Donatellos form. The red, irritated singed skin, blisters forming ugly white/red splotches on his shoulders and neck, a few on random parts of his younger brothers face. Feeling something in his stomach beat at his insides at the sight, seeing his brothers hurt was something always hard to handle, but this was Donnie, his geeky and pacifist brother. And it hurt even worse knowing it was him that cause his little brother so much pain,

"You look..." he would have used his hand to twirl in the air to help him find the word if it wasn't for the fact every movement sent stinging pain through his body "Upset."

This time the darker mutant did move, leaning back "Yea' why wouldn' I be? When I wen' and got mah little brotha hurt fer somthin' as stupid as Mikey." he growled his deep Brooklyn accent coming off thicker with his annoyance.

Staring at him like he had grown a second head for once, the brainy turtle was speechless, he knew very well Raphael would do anything for his family, even lose his life. He was blaming himself for a freak accident?

The youngers expression softened and laughed lightly, but jumped and whimpered when his body stung again, Raph snarled at him "W'as so damn funny?"

Quickly covering not to enrage his brother further he spoke "Not you I was merely laughing because you blamed yourself for what happened, I may not have been paying much attention. But even I know mikey was the problem." smiling at the other a little bit bashfully, they may have been brothers and seen each other 'naked' plenty of times considering they don't wear clothes. Donnie still felt a little self conscious, especially without his mask and the fact Raph had taken it off himself, it was a rare occasion when they weren't wearing them. Like humans and their clothes, they would be bashful to if they suddenly weren't wearing any right?

The hot head wrinkled his snout in a scowl and looked away and sniffed defiantly, "It's always Mikeys fault." keeping his mighty arms crossed.

Smiling, he reached out to pat the others knee in sympathy the best he could flinching at the pain shooting straight up his arm but forced his face to remain the same. Thank goodness he meditated to calm his features "Mikey's just a little less mature than the rest of us Raph, it's not completely his fault either. I don't blame anyone for what happened." but I blame myself, he added in his mind.

Raphael didn't say anything at first, just looking at him with a little disbelief "Yer a piece'a work Donnie-boy," grumbled resting his elbow on his knee and his chin in hand still, scowling.

The genius turtle couldn't stop the smile that split his face, "Thank you, I will take that as a compliment."

"Don' push yer luck." his brother snorted but smirked in return, clearly Donnie had a knack for dodging a bullet, and he sure did when it came to Raphael's rage.

Going back to finish his washing with as little movements as possible, wincing everytime he moved to much or shifted the wrong way, biting his lip in an old habit. Continued with his jerky movements.

The dark skinned turtle frowned at the other, god dammit this only made him feel guiltier. if the hot headed turtle hated anything, it was guilt. That and overall most emotions, but guilt was his top few.

"Gimme da damn rag Donnie." shifting to kneel beside the tub, forcibly taking the rag from his brother's hands.

"I'm ok, it just hurts to move to much, just give me back the-" only to yelp in surprise when his hot headed brother dumped cold water over his head, mouth hanging agape, he gawked at his older brother.

The other ignored him once again, grinning at the face the olive turtle was making and proceeded to just wipe the other down himself. As gently as he possibly could of course, washing the irritated skin, without to much tug and pull.

The purple masked ninja sighed but said nothing more, stubborn delinquent. For some reason he did feel a little warmer than usual and that was saying something considering he was lounging in cold water. Huffing again he pouted slightly letting the larger turtle continue washing him at least his upper body, no way he was going any lower, luckily the coffees evil liquid splashed him mostly in the face.

That didn't sound better at all now that he thought about it.

The other smirked widely in victory when his brother stopped trying to swat the rag away, those burns look like they hurt, an underlying anger bubbled through his chest again. Making him feel like he needed to bash in someones skull, preferably Mikey's for causing all this, shit here comes the guilt again.

Grunting in accomplishment, "There, least ya don't smell like cheap coffee anymore." his smirk morphing to a grin and chuckled when the naked turtle playfully splashed him with the cool water.

"Yeah yeah, just help me out but please dont touch my shoulder."

Complying, Raph easily lifted the other up and into his arms, with a little difficulty to get his grip at first but once he got his strong arms around his brothers shell it was a piece of cake. He made a face slightly at the cold water as it hit his skin, not to mention the cold body clinging to him.

"And just so you know, think the smell of coffee is delicious." Raph only snorted and rolled his eyes. "Noooo, I nevah woulda guessed. S'not like ya chug that stuff by the gallon."

After a good pat down, complaints from donnie again, a few teases from Raphael, and a giggling Mikey who claimed he had pictures and would be blackmailing him very soon. Donnie was safe back in his room, lying on his shell once more.

Today simply couldn't get more embarrassing especially after Mike's so called jokes, and the dread that he would be unable to walk on his foot until it healed or they found some crutches. Donnie really hoped they found some, there was no way he was being carried anymore, not only was it embarrassing it seriously hurt to touch his raw skin.

"I guess this 's that stuff ya wanted, the bag righ'?

Taking a deep breath, the purple clad ninja steadied his voice "Yeah, just find the flamazine it should be a tube."

Shuffling filled the silence "After you find it, all we have to do it apply it to the affected areas, and wrap them with a safe bandage so nothing happens."

"I kinda got that part brainiac, s'not like I ain't ever taken care of'a wound before." the other grunted again, the younger of the two started to wonder if it was healthy to do such a thing so often.

Donnies smile was stained as pin like stings stabbed his face but was genuine none the less "Yeah I know, you get in the most trouble Raph, I would expect you to know." light hearted teasings were one of Donatellos best qualities, best for the overly hot tempered, like his brother. His soft voice and tone was perfect for not to setting off the ticking time bomb that was Raphael. It was like what you see in movies, Don used his words words to calm the savage beast.

His brother raised a brow ridge at the other as he paused his rummaging "Wacha sayin' Donnie?" Dons smile didn't move but his eyes closed in thought "Only that someone as thick headed as you, gets into some sticky situations. But that only means you have the knowledge to get yourself out when the time is right, and heal yourself afterwards."

The silence made Donatello squirm slightly, the seconds dragging on in the silent room he was unsure as to why. Peeking at the other the best he could without turning his head he saw his brother staring at him with narrowed eyes, and for a second he thought his brother was going to exploded again but a smirk pulled at the larger turtles lips "Huh, ya know how to make 'n insult and'a compliment in the same sentence dont'cha?"

The younger turtle couldn't resist the laughter that bubbled in his chest and despite the stinging he laughed genuinely "I didn't mean for that to happen, but I guess I do." but his smile broadened into a painful grin "One the other hand, i've had years of practice."

Raphael shook his head at his brother in amusement and chuckled a little unable to help himself, Donnie's laugh was contagious and actually rather calming to listen to. An unfamiliar lightness fluttered in his belly while he went back to the tube of flamazine, at that moment he was glad Don dragged them all to that abandoned hospital for supplies for situations just like this.

Popping the tube open his snout crinkling at the smell, lip curling in disgust as well held it at arms length just as Donnie settled down from his laughing fit, "Yeessh, this smells worse than mikey after his stupid video game marathon."

The genius made a slight face "Great comparison, but at least you don't have to put it on, just help me rub it in. I think my muscles are starting to feel the affect of the burn." it bothered him to no end how he simply couldn't lift his arm. His entire world revolved around building things and making it easier to live down here for his family. But now it looked like he was going to be out of commission for days with these injuries.

He just wanted to be back in the lab, finishing the touch ups on metal head 2.0 and updating there shellcells but he could barely even shift his arms from his sides.

"Yes mom." the darker skinned mutant drawled out, usually not taking so many order but this time was different. He did kinda put his baby brother bedridden for a while.

Donatello just rolled his eyes and took a squirt of the burn ale for himself, trying his best to rub into his neck and shoulders, his movement a little jerky but luckily not as bad as it was earlier.

Raph did the same, "Close yer eyes." he commanded but the hardness in his voice was much softer than usual but still firm, and it made him comply without a thought. Letting his eyes slide shut without a thought. The touch however made him jump, it was...it was so gentle, so careful and he was genuinely surprised by it, how could his rough, aggression driven brother be so soft? Beats him, and he was the brains of the group.

Raphs fingers worked as light as they could, rubbing the white cream into his little brothers red tinted skin. Doing his best to not press too hard against the blisters. Raphael would bite his teeth tightly when Donnie would whimper almost inaudibly, with their trained senses it was like punches in the gut every time

" 'ang on, almost done." he rumbled, working his way wherever he saw red, Donatello rubbing some on his hands that he hadn't even noticed were a little splotched as well, his fingers glided from his cheek down the other ninjas jaw, and to his neck.

Donatello fought to hold still, the touch may have been light as a feather, but it still sent sparks from the top of his head to the tips of his toes, strangest thing was, it wasn't all pain. It was an almost soothing sensation, like applying a cold remedy to a fever and he relaxed for the first time since the incident. He sighed softly, keeping his eyes he leaned back against the soft nest of pillows and allowed Raph to continue and unconsciously tilting his head slightly to allow more access to his neck to spread the healing cream.

The elder brother continued making sure every inch of the inflicted skin was covered and mentally thanked Donnie for moving when he needed to. The relaxed face Donnie made actually helped ease his own inner worries and thoughts, the steady rising and falling of the injured turtles chest made his usual hot headed composure simmer to a low point. The larger turtle found the corner of his lips tilting upward in a small smile, at least Donnie could relax after all this.

His hands kept moving even when he knew he covered all the irritated skin, just watching his brothers face, his lips parted just enough to show his gap between his teeth. Now Raph would never admit it out loud, but for some reason that gap was hideous on any human, but it fit Donnie's personality. He could pull it off without looking like more than a dork than he already was. In fact it made him more appealing and Raphael didn't even know why, it really shouldn't be. It just struck right in his heart and couldn't stay mad if Donnie smiled, it was one weakness he wish didn't exist and something he would never ever admit out loud.

Said smaller brother blinked his eyes open and yawned quietly, "You all done?" he asked having almost fallen asleep thanks to his brothers gentle touched, Raph snapped out of his daze and he put on his usual face, shaking off the smile and scowled "yea' "

In no time Donatello was finally all treated, his burns wrapped in a special gauze that wouldn't stick to his skin, awkwardly wrapped around his shoulder, neck and some special patches to stick to his cheeks and forehead

"All done." Raph commented wiping imaginary dust from his hands in a bit of an accomplished manner.

The younger sighed, relieved "Finally, thanks for all the help Raph, I appreciate it." catching his lips between his to stifle a giggle at the red clad ninja who squared his shoulders and sniffed at the praise clearly smug that he accomplished such a feet.

"No problem Donnie-boy." ok it was easy to tell Raph was feeling cocky, but thats normal considering he strutted around like that.

Donnie laughed again, his body warming so quickly to the point it was like a heat flash, grumbling he kicked off the blankets, but as quickly as it came it was gone. Now that was weird, usually sickness caused such a thing, but he didn't believe he was sick, a snort caught his attention when Raph watched Donnie kick away the blankets them pout afterward. Sometimes he wondered about Donatello, he might be really smart but to kick away the blanket them pout about it? That was just to funny to ignore, said brother frowned and he lolled his head carefully in his brothers direction, lazily letting his usual wide brown eyes grow half lidded.

"I think i'll actually try and get some sleep, i'll be beyond sore tomorrow so I might as well get some rest now." he mumbled again, hating that now he felt cold even after his heat flash.

Nodding his elder brother chuckled and stood from the stool, and tossed the blanket back up his younger brothers form, "Somtimes yer jus' an idiot Don, one minute ya nevah wanna leave dah lab next yer actually gonna go ta sleep? I think dah coffee fried yer brain to." the smaller turtle smiled, deciding not to answer but he made a happy noise and snuggled back under the blanket and into the nest of pillows.

Padding out of the room Raph paused at the door to look back at the mound under the blankets "Aye Donnie."

The nestled turtle hummed and peeked an eye open at his brother who he now noticed covered the whole width of his door

A grin split the others face "Didn' know ya had a birthmark on yer tail." and crackled loudly as he slammed the door before anything could be said or possibly thrown but the screech he heard from the other side of the door was more than enough, he could just imagine Donatello's face as he yelled "WHAT THE SHELL RAPH!"

A few hours passed and the purple clad turtle groaned and he shifted painfully, he some how flipped onto his belly in his usual sleeping position snuggling into his pillow. So not a good choice, forcing himself up a few strained whines escaped him, gently rubbing his shoulders the best he could. Everything seemed to throb, looked like it was bringing on a head ache. The olive turtle wished he could rub his temples to sooth the throbbing in his head, and rub his eyes to wake himself, but of course he couldn't move his arms that high yet without it feeling as if saws were tearing through his flesh.

With one final groan he carefully swung his legs over the edge, scowling lightly at his ankle. He quickly glanced at the clock 1:25 am, and his eyes widened, he slept that long? It was barely 10am last time he looked at the clock, that was a first and it actually kinda scared him.

It was all forgotten when he noticed his savior of embarrassment, leaning casually against the small bedside table.

Crutches.

Thank the lord, thank whoever brought him such a life saver.

In a matter of seconds he fought through his aching body and made his way out of his bedroom and into their kitchen area, it looked like everyone was in bed. The lights were off, all besides one of Mikey's night lights he insisted was just so they could see at night. They were ninjas afterall, they were supposed to work in the shadows.

Having to maneuver around Mikey's abandoned comic books, in the dark he might add besides the little light the night light actually produced from his door to the kitchen. Not a good idea he also might add, because the next minute he landed hard on his butt after a magazine caught his crutch to skid with a loud thump.

He groaned again it changing into a moan of agony, great now his butt hurt and bumped his bad heel against the concrete, another round of pain flooded his body that he didn't even notice he was trembling, he had been concealing all his pain and hurt from everyone not wanting to worry them but it was starting to become much harder than before, today was not turning out good, and it wasn't even 'today' anymore

Breathing becoming labored, he shakily somehow got back up with his crutches and collapsed at the dinner table in the very chair that caused him all this distress. now the hard surface was just making his already sore bottom throb as well, really what else could go wrong? Donnie inhaled shakily when he spied something move out of the corner of his eye, snapping into his ninja mode, he gripped his crutch tightly intent on using it as a weapon if needed, it moved again but it was coming closer, the figure coming from the shadows in the form of a large mutant turtle.

"Donnie?" a rough, rumbling voice broke the silence clearly riddled with sleep.

Yes, something else could go wrong, of course what was he thinking.

The smaller mutant slumped in the chair, "Jeez Raph you almost gave me a heart attack."

Said turtle scratched his head lazily, the gears needing to warm before they could process what exactly he was seeing, much like a machine. The larger turtle stared at his younger brother, with sharp golden eyes even despite his sleepy state, his fall must have woken him up and donatello scolded himself internally for not keeping quiet.

Donnie smiled shyly and gave a little wave, knowing full well what was about to come, any minute now.

And that's when everything clicked for the other "What the shell are you doin' outta bed?!" he hissed dangerously.

There it was

"Well I woke up and...Just wanted to move?" twiddling his thumbs, even he knew he shouldn't be up and about, but with all that rest made him jittery even with the body pulsing stings of pain. Sitting still and doing nothing, his attention span could be compared to Mikey's.

He couldn't help but notice how different Raph looked without his shredded mask, his eyes looked sharper, his face just looked...He couldn't even think of the right word, and he couldn't deny the fact he liked it much better off than on.

The others mouth curled baring his teeth "Tha' aint a good reason." he smacked his hands on the table making the genius jump slightly "Ge' back in there 'fore I make ya myself." he warned looming at the other with full intent of following his threat, but he faltered in his mind just looking at the beaten ninja, the bandages just sent off an alarm in his head to be careful and wary.

But something inside of the genius brain just snapped to, being the peacekeeper of their family had its perks. However everyone thought he couldn't stand up for himself when need be. He didn't want to be bed ridden, he didn't want to go back in there and stare at the ceiling in pain and do nothing for who knows how long until his wounds healed enough for him to properly move and perform simple functions. His headache may also be a cause for being on edge as of now, making him just as grumpy as Raph himself.

He didn't want to listen to Raph for once.

"No thanks, I just want to sit out here for awhile ok?" he snapped a little more forcefully than he meant to but he needed to get his point across.

Apparently that didn't sit well for the other turtle "I don' care whatcha wan' ya need ta be restin' and Shit." he shot back making a move to get to Donnie.s side of the table "So get up yer tail goin' back ta bed." grasping his brothers forearm forcibly but somehow careful at the same time.

"I'm not some fragile piece of glass Raph! I know I should be taking it easy, who do you think has to put up with you guys when you throw a fit about not wanting to stay bed ridden? I don't want to sit still, I just want to move, i'm doing it whether you like it or not. It's not your problem." all this energy was killing him, Donnie didn't even know where he got it, sleep was the only explanation. He shook off Raph's hand ignoring the tingling sensation that was left behind.

The hot head looked surprised at the outburst but it was covered with a snarl "Well tough luck, now get yer ass up." he tugged on Donatello's arm again successfully earning him a cry and a smack on the plastron.

"Dont do that!" the younger yelled glaring at his brother nursing his now throbbing shoulder and moved to stand with his crutches "Whatever, i'm going to my lab." he snapped back.

The darker skinned mutant stared in disbelief, it was as shock to see Donnie pissed off. Never would he purposely hurt any of his brothers or Splinter no matter what, the idea that he actually caused his brother physical pain jabbed him right in the heart, and made him physically sick. Watching the olive skinned mutant stumble along trying to make his way to the solitude he called his lab.

He growled again feral and low, and stomped over to halt his younger brothers way before he could make it through the doorway to his lab, not to hard since the other had been stumbling. The larger mutant put his arm across the doorway as blockade "I didn' mean ta hurt yer arm Don, now get to yer shell back ta yer room ya need to take it easy." his voice laced with agitation, he glared intently down at the other using every form of intimidation he could squared shoulders, narrowed eyes, and his height and brute strength to keep his arm in place.

But none of these seemed to affect the younger turtle, he just frowned and with hurt dark brown eyes met Raph's own golden narrowed ones. The pure pain he saw in those eyes made him freeze, the bo wielding ninja fixed his crutches under his arms.

"Just leave me alone, i'm done with your attitude just because you feel guilty." he sounded to weak and distressed, not expecting such a response the elder didn't even have time to think when he arm was batted away and the door closed in his face, the locks clicking into place as their creator hid himself from the world

Did Donnie really think this was all because he felt guilty? Or even not believing the fact he never meant to hurt the olive turtle? Raphael was just trying to not let that happen, getting him back in the nest of blankets he knew Donnie slept under, so he didn't hurt himself. But it looked like something so small set Donnie off, and that was out of character, something had to be wrong, when he grabbed the olive mutants his skin, it was warm, borderline hot and that wasn't normal for any of them.

The larger mutant doubted it was the burns, maybe he was getting sick, the outburst just now wasn't like his Donnie-boy character. Something had to be wrong, even he could put two and two together.

But it didn't stop the hole from forming in his stomach, everything hit him like a ton of bricks and roared in agitation punching the metal door "DAMMIT DONNIE!" there was only silence as a reply, he roared again stomping to the exit, uncaring if he woke the family, he could wake the dead for all he cared and wouldn't give a damn. He needed to clear his head, he wasn't used to so many emotions at once, and with his brothers conditions and words ringing in his head didn't help, the broken look on his younger brothers face haunted his mind

'Just leave me alone, i'm done with your attitude just because you feel guilty.'

He ran, straight out of the safety of the lair and topside, uncaring that he didn't bring his weapons, or mask, he didn't care. He angrily kicked what ever stray piece of trash that got in his way determined to take out his anger on the next bunch of punks he saw. He slammed his fist into a near by satellite dish that shattered on impact, rage boiling beneath his skin feeling invigorated to blow off some steam, now.

He never once noticed how much more damage he was able to do than usual, or the fact he had called his brother his Donnie-boy.

That was today's events, and yet after he hauled himself up in his lab, he had actually almost cried over what he said to his brother. raw, heart wrenching pain turned him into someone he wasn't. Something took control and he lashed out.

Something was wrong, something had to be. He was never so emotional, usually the peacekeeper he needed a level head and here he was, almost bursting into tears was a little out of character. Even if he has shed his own in the past.

With his olive/red tinted hands rubbed over his face, he whimpered at the pain in the vibrated through his shoulders and arm, his head was hot, a fever, great now he was going to be sick with all this physical pain.

Great.

His whole body tingled making his toes curl and another hot flash hit him full force making him moan in agony, panting he sat back in his chair as it faded once more. Suddenly feeling tired and shuddered as the hot flash passed, just as quick as it came.

A blue light caught his attention in his grieving, and his heart dropped all the way to the floor shattering into a million pieces.

A blue screen

He was wrong, so very very wrong, his day could get much worse.