Stupid. Stupid, stupid, stupid!

The pain was excruciating, his whole side burning from the cut he'd recieved. Not many things could break through his hard shell, but a katana strike delivered by a skilled ninja was been one of those things. The cut had been precise, deep, and blood had poured down it until he felt like he was completely drained. He'd managed to complete his mission - but only barely. Raphael had been forced to practically carry him home, and the Shredder was not pleased.

He spent a day in the infirmary, sending a Foot servant to make sure Don got food and was locked up in his room properly. Then he slept.

He was forced out of the infirmary that evening, being scolded and punished rightly by the Shredder before dragging his way through the halls and to his room. Cold sweat ran down his face, his skin a shade paler when he reached out and opened the door, stumbling inside.

Don was instantly upon him helping his over to the bed. He hadn’t been told what had happened to Leo, a foot solider had just brought him food and kept him locked in the room. Seeing him now it wasn’t hard to guess that he had been injured during his mission, and pretty badly by the look of it too. He was careful of the bandages as he lead Leo down onto the bed. Don may have only been Leo’s slave, but he could help feeling worried about the other turtle, who clearly should still be in the infirmary.

Leo didn't struggle against him - he was far too weak for that. He dropped down on the bed, wincing and taking shaky breaths.

Grabbing a towel from the bathroom, Don started to mop the sweat from Leo's face, eyes looking over Leo's body to try and assess the damage and if there was anything he could do to help.

The older turtle watched him through half-closed eyelids, reaching out and grabbing his wrist suddenly. "I'm fine." He breathed.

Donnie shook his head. "No you're not. What happened?" He sounded worried but didn't move Leo's hand from his wrist.

"Nothing... you need to concern... yourself with." He said, voice strained and forced.

He moved Leo‘s hand from his wrist, worried at how easily that was to do considering the other was so much stronger than him. "You shouldn't have left the infirmary." He knelt down next to the bed, looking over the bandages that were covering his side.

Leo made a face, and with the little strength he had he reached out and backhanded Don across the face.

Don hissed, bringing his hand up to his face, there wasn't as much power as usual behind the strike but it had come as a surprise. "I'm sorry Master...But you need to be recovering." It had just become a habit to call Leo master by now.

"I said I'm fine." Leo sneered, but he was too weak to really put any threat into his words. "Come closer." He said, reaching his hand out towards him.

Donnie nervously leaned closer to him, his arms resting on the bed as he stayed knelt on the floor.

When close enough, he placed his hand on Don's cheek, brushing along it slowly while looking at the other with glistening eyes.

Don just looked at him in confusion, not even flinching at the gentle touch.

Leo's hand trailed down to Don's neck, then back up again. He closed his eyes, continuing to stroke the other for a few seconds as he drifted into unconsciousness.

Shivering as the other softly stroked his neck and cheek, Donnie didn't object, seeing that it seemed to help Leo relax.

His hand slid away from Don and down on the bed, his breathing hard and steady.

Donnie moved Leo into a more comfortable position. Frowning as he noticed the bandages weren't as neat as they had been on Mikey, almost like the person who'd done them hadn't cared enough to wrap them properly, or maybe Leo had done something afterwards to disturb them. 

As Gently as he could Don re wrapped the injury, taking care not to wake Leo as he worked. After he was finished he sat on the floor a couple of feet from the bed, bowing his head to meditate while his master slept, having not been given any chores to do at that time.