"Are you okay?" Raph asked when he sat Donnie on the couch and was inspecting for any wounds. His brother gave a pout, and shook then nodded his head.

Raph looked conflicted. "That isn't an answer." He told him flatly. "Are you hurt?" He asked, this time his voice softened. Donnie was still smart, in some ways, he only responded to someone if they did it right, and acting gruff wasn't right in Donnie's book.

This time Donnie did a timid nod, but then turned and pointed behind the couch. Raph's eyes followed, and instantly he grabbed Donnie's wrist, softly but firmly. "Mikey needs some time." He said gruff, now wanting to know where he was hurt, and inspecting his limbs as he talked. "Now, where is it?"

Donnie extended his right leg and crossed it over his left. Raph skimmed his leg and a nasty welt, just on his thigh, was sluggishly bleeding. Raph couldn't point his finger at Mikey, even though his brother was upset or angry, or both, he would never hurt his brother on purpose. Donnie must've hurt himself.

Raph's hand covered the wound, he wasn't even touching the cut, and Donnie jerked his leg in an instant. "It hurts, huh?" He gave out a pout, the same face Donnie was doing, and this Donnie made a more noticeable nod.

"Let me get a bandage, okay?" Raph would never act this soft for this long, but Donnie only gave out a small laugh and nodded more eagerly.

To Donnie's eyes, Raph was the sweetest brother ever, and Raph couldn't let that down. Not even if it ruined his pride.