Supply runs weren't ever the easiest.

Donnie had beefed it, to say the least, because he'd knocked over an empty can and alerted a herd of Kraang-dogs. That's what somebody else on it reported to you when you'd asked.

What they'd failed to report was the worst of his injuries.

A simply check-in at the med-bay of the base showed Donnie, laying in one of the beds. He was conscious, half listening to both April and Leo's worried scolding. He definitely had been in a better state.

Donnie eventually grunted and flailed an arm at Leo – or a nub instead, which just dragged a raised eyebrow and huffed from Leo and a groan from Donnie.