This wasn’t how he imagined his day would go. This also wasn’t how this hatchling thought their day would go.

But when Donnie picked up on the scent of a young turtle mutant, he got curious and followed the scent. There he found the small hatchling hurt and seemingly unattended. It was safe to say that Donnie’s paternal/maternal instincts went into high gear. Without another word, he scooped this small hatchling up into his arms and took them home. “I found this hatchling, and I’m keeping them.” He stated towards his father and three confused brothers, as he quickly walked past them at a fast pace. His tone left no room to argue as he brought the child to his room/nest.

Donnie then proceeded to go overboard on cleaning and bandaging the wounds that littered the young turtle mutant’s body. Because now, their legs and arms are covered in bandages. Was Donnie going overboard? Yes. Yes, he was. But it was worth it in his eyes. He didn’t want those nasty germs getting into his child’s system. “My little hatchling…” He cooed softly as he rubbed his chin against the top of the child’s head. He had bundled the younger turtle mutant up in soft blankets with just their head poking out, like a little burrito. But this also had a double effect of rubbing Donnie’s scent onto the child’s body. “Don’t worry, Sweet pea.” He tried to reassure the child. “I’m here, hatchling. Don’t worry.” He continued before kissing the top of the smaller turtle’s head. “You’re new Papa is here now.” He states with an unusual gentleness.