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“Fevers rarely climb this high without cause,” Draxum observed, finally joining their speculation. Couldn’t leave all the work to the kids. He pressed his lips together in consideration, paying no mind as Huginn swooped in and settled on his other shoulder. Given the state of that warehouse in their final battle? Infection made a likely culprit. “We should check his wounds.” “Right, because we definitely didn’t think of that already!” Donatello flapped a hand in the air, huffing. “Raph and Papá are working on it.” Draxum thought privately that if they were so worried, they could stand to do it faster. He rolled his eyes but held his tongue, then glanced up to see how the attempts to calm the turtle had progressed. “...yeah, just like that. You’re doing great, bud,” Raphael was saying. Beneath him, Leonardo sagged limp into the pillows, unmoving save for the involuntary shivers that shook his body. “Just keep listening to Dad. See? It was just a bad dream. You’re awake now, you’re okay.” “Thaaat is an oooverstatemennnnt~” Lou sang softly, trying poorly to match the melody of the lullaby.
The family uncovers a previously missed complication, and it's not spelling good news for Leo. Mikey and Draxum have a minor disagreement.
