[This was such a bad idea. As he'd told Raph - repeatedly! - when his brother had first mentioned this. What was the first thing you do when landing in a closed society in another dimension? Apparently go around breaking all the laws you can. Don wouldn't even be here if he couldn't justify letting Raph go alone.]
[Still, Don takes a moment to jerk away from where he'd paused to examine the sheer breadth of the wounds. He'd been gritting his teeth without realizing it and shakes himself off, hurrying after Raph.]
Shh!
[He keeps his voice quiet. There was a reason they had all worked out a complex system of hand signs, but there were some things even Leo and Mikey couldn't prepare for.]
You said there were sewers down there?
[Infection, at the least. He'd be surprised if there wasn't already, and resists the urge to rub his shoulder - the closest to his own shell he can reach. How is a turtle supposed to heal like this, people poking at them, the wounds so open people could - ugh - people could crawl into them, surrounded by ocean water and constant sun?]
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[Still, Don takes a moment to jerk away from where he'd paused to examine the sheer breadth of the wounds. He'd been gritting his teeth without realizing it and shakes himself off, hurrying after Raph.]
Shh!
[He keeps his voice quiet. There was a reason they had all worked out a complex system of hand signs, but there were some things even Leo and Mikey couldn't prepare for.]
You said there were sewers down there?
[Infection, at the least. He'd be surprised if there wasn't already, and resists the urge to rub his shoulder - the closest to his own shell he can reach. How is a turtle supposed to heal like this, people poking at them, the wounds so open people could - ugh - people could crawl into them, surrounded by ocean water and constant sun?]