Now that makes Raph feel a little closer to terrible, gives him this horrible little push to just run and not come back. But that'd leave Don all alone like this, and he can't do that either.

"Shit," he curses lowly, rolling himself onto his knees to face his brother. "C'mere."

If Don lets him, he'll grab onto either side of his face and check to see if his pupils are the same size. "You're talkin' fine."

He didn't mean to give his brother a freakin' concussion! But maybe Don's wrong. That's possible, right?

Leo is gonna kill him.