They all stumble into the lair, heavy senses of relief washing over every single one of them. Mikey limps alongside Leo and Donnie is still held in Raph's arms. The medbay is the first place they head for. As soon as the two most injured are on gurneys, Leo grabs bandages, but hesitates.
"What are we even going to do?" he glanced over at Raph.
The snapper knew exactly what he was talking about. "Raph doesn't know."
"They were all supposed to be gone, right?" Leo tore some of the fabric off a little more fierce than he intended. "How were there two left? Who knows if those were the actual last two?"
"Leo," Raph stopped him. "We can focus on that when Don and Mike are better, 'kay?"
Leo sighed, wrapped the bandage around Mikey's arm and made sure it would stay. "I--"
Donnie sitting up interrupted anything he would say. The dull yellow and purple wings now coming out of Donnie's shell fluttered. His head slowly turns toward the two standing brothers, but Mikey immediately drew that attention away again. More specifically the orange and black monarch wings draping over his shell. Donnie's breathing subtly sped up and he met eyes with Leo.
kinda lazy, but introducing my double mutated butterfly and moth turtles! Mikey and Donnie have it happen first, then Leo and Raph.
none of them can fly very well, especially Raph bc his wings are definitely not big enough to carry his weight. Mikey and Leo can at least lift a few inches off the ground, and Donnie can go the most off the ground since he's the "lightest". Mikey's kinda disappointed bc what's the point of having wings if you can't fly with them, right?