Leo frowned as Don moved closer and backed away. "Don, it's fine, I got it," he insisted stubbornly.
"We live in the sewers, Leo," Donatello explained patiently. "There's any number of ways it could get infected." His brown eyes locked with Leo's expectantly. This argument had always rebutted anything Don's brothers didn't want him to look at, medically.
With this unbreakable wall of logic, Leo submitted and gave his hand to Don. Carefully, Don pulled the half-inch projectile from his brother's palm. Leo refused to wince as the brainiac then cleaned it with iodine and wrapped gauze around the open wound.
"Don't get that dirty. And if you do, bring it back for cleaning," Don instructed, gently patting Leo's shoulder and moving for his lab.
"Thanks." Leonardo flexed his hurt hand. The splinter was removed.
Shredder growled as the medical orderly held his hand still. "Sorry," the man muttered, trying to get the small green stick out from his master's hand without causing him pain. He knew it would come back ten-fold.
How the splinter had gotten past his metal armor was anyone's guess, but Shredder was unhappy anyway. The medical orderly can one last gentle tug, and it slid free. Wrapping the wound in gauze, some antibiotics, and tape to hold it together, the human moved away as soon as it was over. He didn't want to be near his master's terrifying influence any longer than necessary.
Oroku Saki flexed his hurt hand. The splinter was removed.