Author's Note: Hi Sorry for the wait. I'm going to be going back to school soon and I need to get some things done with so it has been taking up my time. Now I decided to split this part into two chapters. This may not be as good but It's needed. Enjoy.

Chapter 5: Recovering Part 1

Pain, an excruciating pain was the first thing that Donatello felt as he started to come to. Both eyes slowly opening as a blurry world had been presented to him at first. "AHH!" Don cried out as he tried to move but a sharp pain shot through him. Both eyes squeezed shut as he breathed rapidly, trying to endure it. He couldn't help it, his whole body radiated in pain and any movement, shell even breathing hurt!

Holding still the olive green turtle waited for the pain to die down to a tolerable level before opening his eyes again. His vision cleared up, and just like that he wished it hadn't. The first thing he saw is the bloody, beaten forms of his knocked out brothers. All of them sprawled out and the result of their beating by the Triceratons, the site stunning the purple clad turtle. They were back in their cell and thankfully alone.

"G..uys…" Don wheezed some, the air burning his lungs as he tried to talk. "Gu-AH!" he shouted as he moved, a painful pop sounding from his back. Body was now trembling as a new wave of pain washed over him. His whole body screamed at him to just lay back down and pass out, but no. The purple clad turtle saw his brothers and now needed to check them over to make sure they were ok.

Crying out he slowly tried to get up, trembling as he got to his hands and knees. Arms shaking as it seemed like they were about to give out, yet Don willed himself to go on. Breathing quickly he moved, pain flaring up as he moved to his closest brother.

Leo is faced down on his plastron, but there was dried blood on the dirt in front of him. Don sat down, grunting as he reached out and used whatever strength he had to roll the leaf green turtle over.

*Pop*

"AHH!" Don cried out as the joints in his arms popped, making his arms flare up in pain. He made the bad choice to pull back and tried to rub the pain away, only for the quick action to cause more pain.

"The Triceratons really did a number on us," Donny thought as he remained still, waiting for the pain to settle. "Ok Donny…you have to endure…you're the family doctor and your brothers need you…once they're ok then you can pass out," he said to himself. He wasn't even going to bother looking himself over, his brothers took priority right now.

Once again the pain subsided. Most likely he was going to be in more pain as he does this, the purple clad turtle is going to need to block out as much pain as possible. Taking a breath he then moved forward again, groaning as the pain flared up. With a much louder cry he managed to reach over and turn Leo over on his shell, nearly falling down in the process. Luckily he managed to plant his arms on the ground before falling face first into the dirt.

Waiting a minute Don sat down and looked his brother over, taking in the injuries. Leo had many bruises on his arm and face, along on his plastron from the many stomps. Chances are his ribs might be bruised, and need to be tapped, but that would prove a problem with no materials. Plus there was a lot of blood around his mouth from when he coughed it up.

"His wounds need to be cleaned…but how?" Don said to himself but then looked near the cell doors. To his surprised he found four large bowls that were filled with water. "What the?" Moving closer to them, grunting in pain as he moved, he looked at the liquid and indeed it was water. This would help big time, but why were they here? "Must not want us to die of dehydration," he said to himself as Don grabbed one of the bowls and pulled it over back to his brother.

"Oooooh," he groaned as he felt his head spin, then felt a bit sick. Shaking his head didn't relieve this, because of that Don ran through his knowledge of what was wrong. "No…might have a concussion…don't lose focus." He said to himself as he was soon back at Leo's side. Sitting down Don then took a few breaths before reaching up and started untying his bandana, grunting as a few more joints popped. Once the knot was undone he took the purple cloth off and folded it up till it was a bit thicker.

Dipping it into the water Donny proceeded to wipe the blood from Leo's mouth. Most of it was already dry, but some was still fresh. Being careful not to cause his brother anymore pain he kept cleaning. Dipping his bandana into the water to wash the blood off before taking it out and doing it once more. After a few minutes all the blood had been cleaned. Washing and wringing out his bandana he draped it on the bowl so it could dry.

"Not much I can do about the bruises," Donny panted some. Just cleaning the blood off took a lot out of him, but still managed to keep focus. "But I think I can at least help his ribs." Reaching down Donny then undid the knots on both of Leo's belts, removing them. Repositioning them he then started to tie them once more, but higher where his ribs were located.

Now this is the hard part, he had to tighten the belts and hope it didn't wake Leo up. Wrapping it up on his upper plastron Don pulled the belts tight, which caused a painful grunt to sound from the Leaf green turtle. Pulling it hard Don then tied them down and let go. Good Leo remained asleep. "That's all I can do for you bro…I'm sorry," Donny said to knocked out brother.

Grunting he then moved onto Mikey, who was already on his shell, to Don's fortune. The sea green turtle seemed to be in worse condition than Leo. Various welts and bruises were all over him, as well as blood on his arms and face. His youngest brother required a lot of work right now. Bringing the bowl of water closer Don repeated the process. Dipping the bandana in the water and cleaning the blood off of Mikey's face. It was easy at first but got harder as he found some dried scabs.

Washing off his bandana Donny then started to wash the blood off his arms, making sure not to get the scabs there.

"Oh Shell!" Don coughed as he accidently took off a scab, causing blood to ooze from the now open wound. Reacting quickly Don pressed his hand against Mikey's right arm, stopping the blood flow for a bit. "I need something to bandage it…but what?"

It then came to Donny, reaching down he then untied his belt and took it off. Placing one end on the wound he wrapped it around Mikey's arm. Pulling it tight he made a good makeshift bandage. "That should stop the blood for now…" he said, leaning back some. "Now…to clean the rest of the blood off."

Grabbing his bandana he then started to dip it back into the water and wiping the rest of the blood off, cleaning the wounds some. Hopefully none of them gets an infection, because without any peroxide or any kind of alcohol there was no way to disinfect the wounds, and that would be a deadly problem.

But judging from the way the skin coloring looked they seemed to be in the clear at the moment. Although there was no idea to tell how long they have been out for after their beating. That could have been good or not. Once he finished cleaning up the wounds Don deemed Mikey fine, since there wasn't much more he could do about the welts and bruises, those would have to heal on their own.

With two brothers down that left one left, and boy this was a challenge. Raph was a mess. Various bruises and welts, along with streaks of blood were on him. "What did they do to him?" he thought in sorrow, looking down at his red clad brother.

Whatever the Triceratons did to him really showed, it was hard to tell what was bruises and opened wounds. Putting a finger on Raph's neck Don found a weak pulse, but one that wasn't so weak that it wasn't concerning. "At least he'll live," the olive green turtle responded. Eyes looked down Donny couldn't help but notice the condition of Raph's left leg.

Reaching forward the purple clad turtle applied pressure to the leg.

"Hiiiiiiiiiiiiissssssssssss!" Raph sounded while still knocked out.

"Oh no…I might be broken," Don said, taking his hand away. "There's no way to tell if it's broken without an x-ray…and there's no way I can get to one of those. Either way, his leg needs to be splinted…but I have none." Sighing at his misfortune Donny decided to clean the blood off his leg first before he came to that part. All the while he grunted as more of his joints popped, producing more pain in his body. It was starting to become unbearable but he managed to withstand it the best he could.

Taking his bandana he dipped it into the water and cleaned the blood off, hurting emotionally as he heard his brother cry out a bit in his knocked out state. "Just hold on Raph, almost done," he said as he continued to clean the leg.

After another minute it was done. Blowing a sigh of relief Don took a little rest, the pain he was feeling still there. "AAHH!" he cried out as a few of his joints popped again, making more pain build. "Come on Donny…help your brothers first…then you can pass out."

Using the bandana Don continued to clean Raph's body, making sure all the blood is off before he can address the main problem at hand. It was hard since there were many welts and the purple clad turtle didn't want to cause his older brother anymore pain than he must be in.

"Now…how do I fix his leg?" He asked himself, looking around the cell for anything useful. Both eyes only saw the bare walls and dirt in the cell, and nothing more. He needed something solid…something that would be perfect for…It was then it clicked into his mind.

"Our knee pads," he thought. Their pads may have been soft on one side but were pretty stiff on the other. They can form in any way. So if he pressed two of the pads on the injured spot then it could act as a splint. So being careful Don then slipped Raphs left knee pad off the leg, getting a groan of pain from his brother. Then he removed Raph's belt, since it was needed to be used as a bandaged to hold them together. Don then slipped off one of his pads and carefully positioned the hard part of the pads.

He then pressed the pads on the bone, getting a painful groan from Raph. Holding them in place Don then started to wrap the belt around the leg, holding the pads in place. Pulling the belt tight the olive green turtle made sure that the makeshift splint was kept in place. Giving once last hard pull Don then tied it off.

"There…that should do," He looked over Raph again, and made sure he didn't miss anything. His leg was taken care of and all the blood was cleaned off, so he was in the clear. He took one last look over his brothers, making sure they were fine.

"AHHHHH!" he cried out as he finally fell back on his shell, breathing much harder. All the pain he ignored now hitting him in full force, now reaching unbearable levels. Yet he didn't care about his pain, "They're ok…they're ok…you did…your job Donny…they're safe…" Knowing that his brothers were taken care of Donny finally gave in to the pain and closed his eyes. Concussion or not he couldn't stay awake.

In no time he let the sweet arms of unconsciousness took him as it all became too much. Yet again he didn't care the only thought on his mind, "My brothers will be fine."

A/N: Hope you like. I wanted to show that even though he's hurt Don would care for his brothers before himself. I felt that he should be the only one awake since it would make things better. Till next time.