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I'm Not Crazy I'm Just a Little Unwell

WHO: Donnie and open!
WHERE: Mines
WHAT: He didn't get bit, what're you talking about...
WHEN: Just before and going into the second part of the storm
WARNINGS: N/A

All he wanted to do once they got deeper into the mines and away from the zombies who threatened to follow was to collapse and sleep. What he really would have liked to do was shower and try washing away the unpleasant memories of grasping, decaying fingers, drool and coagulating blood that seemed unavoidable when you were forced to directly engage with the undead.

Donnie barely remembers what happened once they'd gotten to safety. He'd been so exhausted that he's sure he did collapse, strained to his limits but refusing to give in without the assurance that his brother was safe and with him. He's not sure how long he'd been out or who might've moved him to somewhere that wasn't in the middle of everyone else's path, but the first thing he'd awoken to was a nagging pain in his leg. It had seemed like just a scratch, and with everything going on in their push through to the mines, Donnie couldn't have said when it had happened or how, but it didn't look like anything had bitten him. It didn't look great either, but so far as he could tell, it otherwise appeared to be nothing more than an untreated cut, and he made use of his first aid kit, cleaning it before applying the medical salve and bandaging it.

The sounds of the persistent zombies, or at least the sounds of those fending them off from getting further into the mines serves as a reminder that they aren't completely safe. He feels bad for not being over there to help, but he's still worn out, so he convinces himself that resting is the best thing he can do for now; recharge and jump back in when he's good and ready.

In the meantime he goes through the things he'd brought, taking inventory of his bag. Samples he's been studying. A box of random things he'd found in the beach caves. His first aid kit and some of his smaller science equipment and tools. His notebook detailing the Warrens from their previous time down in the depths.

In hindsight he wishes he'd packed some snacks, or had a thermos of coffee. Or brought an extra hoodie. He'd given Leo Tony's leather jacket as protection once he'd found his brother, and once they were in the mines and he was conscious, Donnie had peeled off his zombie gunked hoodie and had no wish to put it on again, not when the sleeves had been gnawed on. He kept Tony's armor bracers on however, although they don't do much for warmth, and at this moment Donnie's regretting not grabbing extra clothes, or maybe even a blanket, but he'd kind of been in a hurry.

He catches himself scratching at the bandages, pulling his hand away to instead tuck both beneath his armpits as he shivers. Had it been this cold in here the last time? That had been well over a year ago but it had also been summer, not to mention a volcano had been making things extra toasty...

The turtle jerks his head up. He'd been staring blearily at the wall across from him. What was he doing..? He looks at the scatter of things beside him. Oh. Maybe he should put those away.

Where's Leo?

He rubs at his eyes, slumping back against the wall. Maybe he should take off his battle shell. It's not the most comfortable to nap in, but then that'd mean exposing his shell to the cold. Except he's not really...cold? Donnie frowns, putting a hand to his head again. Something's...not right but he can't think of what right now. Maybe if he closes his eyes for a moment...

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Sephiroth is exhausted. The lower wings are dragging and the upper wing is drooping as well. He thinks he’s alone at first. He’s fought and fought to keep the Mines safe and has only stopped because he recognizes he’s at the point of collapse and he won’t be any use to anyone if that happens.

He sees one of the Turtles here as well, apparently also trying to sleep. He tries to be as quiet as possible as he sinks down and starts to draw his wings around himself, but he may not succeed at being quiet enough for someone with ninja training.

If Donnie is awake, or if Sephiroth thinks he woke him up, he will say, “I apologize. I was trying to be quiet.”

Ninja training or not, he's still an exhausted teenager.

Donnie hadn't meant to fall asleep again and he isn't sure how long he might have dozed, but he jolts back into wakefulness the moment he registers the sounds of movement, gasping. His fingers scrabble blindly for his tech-bō but it lies just out of reach.

It takes him longer than it should to process the words, much less match a face to the voice, the dim lighting not helping when all his senses feel so sluggish. Scratch that, everything feels sluggish.

Brow furrows before it seems recognition finally comes through, the turtle sighing before sagging back against the wall.

"N-no, it's... Fine. I didn't mean to fall asleep again," he murmurs, rubbing at his eyes.

"We both need it," Sephiroth grunts. "We can't keep going indefinitely, even though that would be convenient for a while." Until emotional and mental burn-out would happen.

"... Where is your brother?" Hopefully not back out there with the zombie Turtle again....

That's not something Donnie can really argue when he feels like the Shredder had wiped him across the floor several times over. He slowly draws his legs in, wrapping his arms around them in some effort to warm himself. The effort to hold them in place is taxing enough.

"...I don't know. He was here with me though, when we fought through," he says, trying not to sound worried because he doesn't think Leo would go back out there, much less alone.

Sephiroth has his wings around himself. They provide a lot of warmth. Hopefully it won't be cold down here constantly if they'll be stranded for a while....

Will they ever be free? Maybe they'll be down here indefinitely. The longer this goes on, the more he's reminded of the Heartless attacks on his home. They had kept coming ... and coming ... no matter how long and how hard everyone had fought. So many had died....

"... That's good to know. Do you know how large this place is?"

It really isn't that cold, perhaps even comparable to being back outside. Caves are weird like that. Still, Donnie shivers, prompting him to huddle tighter.

"G-goes down deep. Can't rem-member how long it took the last time...but there's some kind of structure well below the surface."

Sephiroth doesn't like the thought of being pushed down, down, down until there's nowhere left to go. Hopefully at least the zombies wouldn't follow them, but it's hard to say at this point.

Or maybe he's just suspicious because of all the horror movies he watched with Zack.

Perhaps seeing Donnie seem cold gave him the power of suggestion that it was cold in his exhausted mind. The stuttering definitely makes it sound like Donnie is colder than it should really be in here, and that perks him up with a frown.

"Are you alright?"

The sound Donnie makes in response suggests he's saying 'I dunno', just without the words as he tries wedging himself closer against the wall. Not that it really works when he's got a hunk of metal on his back. He abandons hugging his legs in favor of just wrapping his arms around himself for what good it seems to do, shifting to lean a shoulder against the wall instead. He winces as he draws his legs in again, rubbing the back of a foot against his bandaged calf.

This behavior and the sight of the bandage worries Sephiroth enough that he comes over and kneels down. "What happened to your leg?"

Cold as Donnie feels he is, the warmth he'd felt with his foot is enough to get his attention. He peers over his arm, brow furrowing, although when Sephiroth comes closer he stiffens a bit, suddenly anxious. He shakes his head.

"It was just a scratch..." he says quietly, reluctantly withdrawing an arm from himself to finger where the wound is, trying to suppress the urge to scratch at it. But that's a normal reaction, right? He imagines it's only not as bad because he'd put something on it, but it's uncomfortably warm. ...his head's on the warm side too, not that he can really tell.

Donnie sucks in a breath, folding his arms again. It's...it's fine, everything's fine, it has to be...

"A scratch? From what?" Was it infected? Or worse? With all the chaos around, it doesn't seem outlandish to think a zombie may have been responsible.

"I don't know! We...w-we were f-f-fighting them back, trying to get here..!" Donnie did not miss this feeling of panic, still all too fresh from nearly being piled upon by zombies, so easily stoked by the mere memory.

"... Could one of them have bit you?" Surely a bite wouldn't look like a scratch, but he has to ask....

Donnie shakes his head- maybe a bit too much, that makes him a bit dizzy. He squeezes his eyes shut.

"It wasn't- I- I didn't think so," he insists. He'd seen (unfortunately) how messy a zombie bite was, and he doubts their teeth would've skimmed deeply enough to leave the mark it did. But now he's not so sure. Grabby, uneven nails, crooked canines- it could've been anything. But does it matter, really? There'd been enough drool and gunk and who knows what else between Leo's slicing through them and his smashing in heads with his staff?

He whimpers, tucking himself against the wall again.

"You should see the doctor," Sephiroth says in concern. She must be in here somewhere. Maybe he can find her and bring her here....

There's no reason to argue that, not that Donnie feels like doing so anyway. He hardly feels he can keep up a conversation, but at the very least, he offers a single nod. Not that he feels like moving. He doubts he'd get very far even if he tried.

Sephiroth ponders the various options. He could go look, but what if she's farther in and it will take a long time to find her and bring her back? It would be more logical to take Donnie with him so she could see him immediately. But there's no way he could walk....

"I'll take you to her," he says, reaching to try to lift him into his arms.

The words barely register before Donnie opens his eyes again, looking more than a little anxious at that. It's nothing personal, Seph, the boy is just not big on being touched or having people in his space. But at the moment he really doesn't have many options.

It might be a bit awkward given he's wearing a metal battle shell, and once Sephiroth comes in contact with Donnie's skin he can feel how warm the turtle, abnormally so, much at odds with how cold he's been acting.

It is awkward, but Sephiroth manages. He definitely feels the abnormal warmth against his chest as he lifts Donnie into his arms, and that's more reason for concern.

"I'll go as carefully as I can," he says, knowing the jostling might make him feel worse.

He starts off through the mines, looking for the doctor or anyone working with her.

It's difficult for him to relax in the arms of a stranger, but it's only because he feels so inexplicably tired that Donnie doesn't make much protest.

"My stuff..." he says, a hand lifting and dropping in some feeble effort to make his point, but his eyes are already closing again, bracing for the ride. At least he won't offer much complaint, but the likelihood is that he'll pass out again as Sephiroth searches for medics.

"I'll come back for it," Sephiroth says. He doubts anyone will run off with it in the meantime, and he doesn't want to stop for it right now when he's concerned to find the doctor.

He isn't terribly talkative, staying focused on looking for anyone who can help.

Good news. If there was one medic that would be hard to miss back in the safety of the secured part of the mines, it would be the best for the job. The woman's hair color of choice, her clear doctor jacket still wrapped around her despite her carrying her leather coat with her healing kid, the bright red running shoes, it's all pretty obvious and eye catching. Even for someone as short as her.

And hey, the moment she sees someone in motion in her general direction with someone else in her arms, she's already turning away from her inventory work to meet them.

"Injury?"

Relieved to find her relatively quickly, Sephiroth hurries over.

"Yes. He's cold but feels hot and he says he was scratched," Sephiroth says. "I don't know if a zombie did it, but his behavior concerns me."

Ah, chills and a fever. And paired with a possible attack.

"Could be an infection. Lay him on the stone. It's cool enough to help start leeching some of the excess heat. Do you know where the scratch is? It could be an infection. Please explain any strange behavior as well."

An infection is definitely something Sephiroth has been thinking about. He nods, laying Donnie on the stone.

"It's here on his leg," he says, indicating the bandaged one. "He was abnormally cold and seemed to grow tired while I was helping him. I'm not sure if he fell asleep or fainted." He frowns.

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