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No. [He hisses, shaking his head to keep himself focused as he keeps working.]

I have to fix this.

If you're about to pass out, it won't do either of us any good, Donnie. [Leo loosely knew how to seal himself with resin. Though it would be messy and ugly.]

I'm not... I'm just, hot. [He is getting every nook and cranny as he can. He doesn't want Leo's shell to break again, and he is going to make sure it won't.]

What did you do- before I got here? [He questions quietly back, his gaze flicking between Donnie's hands and his work.]

Hm? [What did he do before Leo showed up? Ah, yeah...]

I mixed up a medicine that should kill off the infection, so the... Ah fever is one of the side effects, I guess?

[Not telling Leo that he straight up is testing it on himself instead of, say, on a blood sample. Although it shouldn't be too hard to figure that out.]

This is your first time using it, huh? [Unfortunately, he knows Donnie well enough to take a shot in the dark.]

... not like I can test it on anyone else. [Almost done here! Resin being applied so good.

Also Leo might notice from the cuts on Donnie that the blood is slightly pink, not that he needs that confirmation considering the blood samples that got thrown about earlier.]

You can test it on your blood first. [He lobs back, squinting at his twin.] Well. Before I broke a lot of the vials.

That won't tell me of any side effects, Leo.

[And done, which is probably a good thing because he is really damned dizzy right now and... down he goes, thankfully not towards the table but Donnie is totally going to end up on some glass.]

[Any counterargument Leo has dies in the back of his throat as Donnie goes down.]

Fuck. Okay. [He's not supposed to move much after being resin'd. He manages to carefully sit up, balancing his shell against a table leg.] Yeah, it's really not working out for you, so far, Dee.

[He needs to gather his strength before he can try to get Donnie up.]

I'm okay.

[At least he didn't pass out! Just, dizzy and not getting up. And he will so fucking yell at Leo if he tries anything to help him right now.]

Says the guy who fell into glass. [Says the guy who cracked himself open like an egg.]

You can't talk, egg boy. [He was going to make a comment about how it's just a fast way to get more blood samples, but instead he's shivering from the drug induced fever.]

At least I'm not holding teenagers at gun point when they're worried about me.

If you think that's what happened you must have cracked more than your shell.

Casey told me what happened, Donnie. [he snaps back.] Do you really think Casey would push so hard on something if he wasn't worried about you? None of us know what to do, we're all freaking out.

Well, you shouldn't. You're freaking out over nothing. [Ugh, he's going to try to get upright, which means he's getting glass in his hands and arms. Since he's not exactly wearing long sleeves right now.]

How is it nothing?! You're stressed enough that you threatened Casey! [He throws his hand in the air in exasperation.] If Anyone, Anyone else did this, I would've just killed them. Do you not get that!?

I'm not talking about that. [He knows the gun thing, yes that is what he is calling it, isn't nothing. He means himself.]

Then why didn't you? It would've taken a lot of stress off the both of you if you did.

[That question just knocks the air out of him.]

You would just come back, just as sick. It wouldn't magically resolve anything.

You don't know that.

[Part of Donnie knows it wouldn't fix anything if he did die, but also...]

At least it's better than putting you both through this... Bullshit again.

Casey told me, people come back, Donnie. You'd just come back and probably feel worse. [He says firmly back.]

Donnie, this is hard, but we want to be here for you. Even if it gets worse. We're supposed to help each other.

[He doesn't say anything, for what probably feels like too long.]

I... Just don't want to put you through me dying because of it, again.

I know, Donnie. [He says softly back, wishing he could reach out, but both of them are floor bound.]

I don't want you to go through this again. It's... why I've been so all over you about it. You don't deserve this.

[At least Donnie has gotten himself sitting up, so Leo doesn't have to look down?]

You say that, but then why am I still sick? You'd think that stupid fox would have...

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