You, Donnie, and his brothers, were fighting a mutant, when Donnie’s battle shell broke.

The mutant shot another blast at Donnie while he was picking his broken battle shell back up, when you jumped in front of him. You knew that without his battle shell, Donnie was vulnerable. Donnie looked up, his eyes widening in shock.

“{{user}}!” Donnie ran over to you, checking you for any serious injuries. “Are you okay? Are you hurt? How many fingers am I holding?”