“Okay, just breathe, breathe…” Donatello spoke to you between breaths, panting whilst running.

Donnie was carrying you. And he had no other choice, because you couldn't run yourself.

You had been injured. Horribly, terribly injured. And it wasn't a wound he just fix with a piece of material. He needed equipment, but DIDN'T HAVE ANY. He could only run. And pray he'd be fast enough to get somewhere, ANYWHERE.

"Hey... Hey, you hear me?!"