[For a heart-seizing moment Donnie hears a low growl and thinks that he isn't alone, until he remembers that he shouldn't be alone and that growl registers as fairly similar to Raph's do not wake me before 9am growls.
Something red flashes for just a second and stone clatters at Donnie's left and he finally manages to convince his legs to work; not quite enough to get him full to his feet, but in this darkness it's probably a safer bet for him to crawl anyway. There's debris everywhere,sewer dust nasty and thick in the air and on his tongue every time he takes a breath. His markings are only bright enough to light up a radius of one or two feet around him, so he almost kneels on Raph's hand before he finds it with a yelp.
He grabs up his brother's fingers in his own, clutching desperately with trembling hands as the nerves start to catch up. They fell through the floor; no, he fell through the floor and Raph jumped down after him. Donnie managed a shield for all of a second before it shattered and, presumably, Raph took the rest of the abuse on the way down.
Donnie starts to feel up from Raph's hand to his arm, shoulder, seeking his neck and head, his shell, his-
Stone.
So much stone. Piles and piles of it; broken bricks, slabs of foundational concrete; dusty, slimy, wet, old and crumbling. All of it sitting squarely on top of his big brother, leaving only an arm, shoulder, and (terrifyingly, just barely) his head free.] R-...Raphie, [Donnie manages, his lips numb with shock as he comes to terms with the fact that his big brother is buried alive in collapsed sewer tunnel debris. He hasn't even graduated to acceptance yet, still working on understanding just what he's seeing here. His brother can't be in this much trouble. This isn't fair. They were fine just ten minutes ago.]
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Date: 2025-01-21 06:46 am (UTC)Something red flashes for just a second and stone clatters at Donnie's left and he finally manages to convince his legs to work; not quite enough to get him full to his feet, but in this darkness it's probably a safer bet for him to crawl anyway. There's debris everywhere,sewer dust nasty and thick in the air and on his tongue every time he takes a breath. His markings are only bright enough to light up a radius of one or two feet around him, so he almost kneels on Raph's hand before he finds it with a yelp.
He grabs up his brother's fingers in his own, clutching desperately with trembling hands as the nerves start to catch up. They fell through the floor; no, he fell through the floor and Raph jumped down after him. Donnie managed a shield for all of a second before it shattered and, presumably, Raph took the rest of the abuse on the way down.
Donnie starts to feel up from Raph's hand to his arm, shoulder, seeking his neck and head, his shell, his-
Stone.
So much stone. Piles and piles of it; broken bricks, slabs of foundational concrete; dusty, slimy, wet, old and crumbling. All of it sitting squarely on top of his big brother, leaving only an arm, shoulder, and (terrifyingly, just barely) his head free.] R-...Raphie, [Donnie manages, his lips numb with shock as he comes to terms with the fact that his big brother is buried alive in collapsed sewer tunnel debris. He hasn't even graduated to acceptance yet, still working on understanding just what he's seeing here. His brother can't be in this much trouble. This isn't fair. They were fine just ten minutes ago.]