I feel clean, refreshed, and ready to beat my brother's head over with a stick. "It's what?" I squeal in shock and horror.

Donnie repeats his previous diagnosis, "It's dislocated. Don't worry, it's not that big a deal."

"Not that big a deal?" I get worried, quietly standing from his lab table, "It means you're going to have to relocate it and if Raphie can't take it, I sure as shell can't."

Don turns to me with a roll of the eyes and points at the chair I'd just left, "You can deal. And Raph is just a big baby."

"I heard that," my elder brother stalks in. Don doesn't give it another thought as he readies an ACE bandage. "You'll be fine, Lex. It hurts like crazy the first few minutes, but it'll pass."

"But it hurts like crazy," I remind him, "I don't want it to hurt like crazy. It already did that. It's currently doing that."

"Then it shouldn't be a problem," he shrugs, pointing at the seat how Don had. I reluctantly take a seat.

The chair that Mike spins in squeaks as he comes to a stop, his head rolling around, "We're here for ya, Lex." He makes his way to my side. Or tries to cause he ends up facing where I'm sure my double is sitting. "Promise."

When Raph scoffs at his childishness and turns to talk to Don, my closest brother takes a seat next to me. He nonchalantly takes my good hand - out of view - and gives a small squeeze. He knows I'm tough, but we all know I can't handle certain kinds of pain very well. I usually go one of two ways - freaking out or shrugging my shoulders. There's never any in-between. I overlook things like bruises and cuts and breaks and blindness (cause that happened once) and illness. And I tend to freak out when one of my brothers are bleeding or there's something that has to be fixed. Something that needs to be fixed usually falls under surgery or stitches. Though, I suppose I'll have to add dislocations to that list.

"Nope, I'm sorry, I can't do it," I insist, "We're just gonna have to leave it the way it is."

"Yeah," Don chuckles like I'm kidding, "Sure." I'm not kidding.

"I'm not kidding," I insist, "It stays dislocated. Sides, I've still got full-range of motion. Here, watch-"

The moment my hand twitches to raise, Raph is by my side in seconds with a tight grip on my wrist, "So not a good idea." Instead of going off on me about safety and letting Don do his thing - like Leo would be doing if he were in here - he does what Mike is doing and takes a seat. He wraps an arm around my shoulder, keeping clear to touch my injured one, "You'll be alright. It'll only take a minute."

"Not even that long," Don insists, "I count to three and on three, I push it back into place."

"Donnie, I've seen you relocated Raph's," I remind him, "I know you always do it on two."

"I'll do it on three this time," he insists. I glare at him. There's no way he's serious. He just rolls his eyes and nudges Raph a few inches away. "On three," I nod, despite myself, "One, two-" I get tense. He stops and waits for me to undo myself. Shakily, I let my muscles relax, "Three."

Crack!

"Ah!" my shout fills the lair and gets Leo and Splinter rushing in seconds later. My eyes widen and I stare at Don in confusion. I glance over at my shoulder, and give it my confused look, "Wait. That's it?"

"That's it," Don confirms, backing away.

I move my shoulder in a circle. There's a small twinge but, "I've been kicked in the gut harder than that. That's seriously it?" This makes Mikey start laughing and even gets a grin from Don. Raph, on the other hand, huffs. I look over at him, "You made it sound like I was gonna die!"

He shakes his head at me and walks out. Don was right, Raph is such a baby. I flex it again and Don shakes his head at me, "Don't move it so much. It's got to set."

"She dislocated it?" Leo asks, joining the party.

"Yeah," he nods, "Clean out of the socket. I'm surprised she could move her fingers."

"Youch," Leo grimaces, "But, you know…you're all good?"

Don answers for me, "She has a few cuts from glass, but nothing a band aid couldn't fix. You're all done."

"Thanks," I grin, hopping down, "Well that was easy."

Mike walks up behind me and swings his arm around. His wrist smacks my sore spot and I twinge, but he fixes it soon enough, "Oops. Too hard."

"All good," I grin over at him. When our eyes meet, it's like a spark. We both get the same idea before it's even entered our brains. "Race ya."

"You're on," he grins back. We rush past Splinter and Leo for the living room where I bump into Raph. Before he knows what hit him, I'm dragging him along to the couch and plopping him down beside me.

Mike hands me two controllers - one that I hand to Raph - and my older brother shakes his head in whiplash. He doesn't have much more time to think before we start the game and our attack. He gets in the groove soon enough. It's my way of saying 'sorry I called you out like that. I was in shock. You're the toughest guy I know.' I know he forgives me when he picks me for his team and we cream Mikey.