Chapter 3: Clinic
A picture of Donnie wrapping Raphael's arm. The medics face is scrunched up in concentration, while Raph looking down on his brother from the examination table with a half-hearted glare.
"Darn it Raph! Hold still!" abolished Donnie. His hot- headed brother growled at jerked back.
"Don, it's only a scratch, I don't need a whole freaking medical team to help me."
Donnie scowled. It took all of his strength to keep Raph sitting on the table in the clinical portion of his lab.
"Well, it's a good thing I don't have a medical team then isn't it?" he grunted "And that gash is definitely not 'just a scratch'. I'll need to clean it and wrap it to make sure it doesn't get infected, which would require you to sit down and hold still."
Donnie grabbed the lip of Raph's shell and tugged hard. Raphael came crashing backwards onto the examination table, where his medical brother immediately started working on the lazily bleeding wound on his forearm. The red masked turtle gave a disgruntled grunt, but allowed Donnie to work in peace; he doubted there was a way to escape it anyways.
Besides, as much as he hated to admit it, there were a lot worse places he could go for treatment than Don's clinic.
(A/N) I always thought that Donnie and Raph would have an interesting relationship. They are both protective, but in different types of ways; Donnie being more 'mother hen' and Raph being the 'touch love' guy. Mix that together and what have you got? A really great dynamic to work with. Expect more of these two in future.
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