"It would be better if I was allowed to concentrate," Don says, but it sounds more like habit that genuine irritation. "It was a clean cut to start with. Thankfully, whatever you did to open it again, Michaelangelo, it didn't do too much damage. It would still go better if you let me work." He smoothly twists one leg out from under his body and drops it across whatever part of Mikey he's allowed to reach, and pushes down.

Stop. Moving.

Don's tongue is even poking out of the corner of his mouth, broadcasting to the stars the level of concentration he's devoting to this task. He wasn't lying when he said it wasn't as bad as it could have been, but it was still tricky in places to work around the new, minor injuries. Especially with their fingers.

It does require his concentration. Unfortunately, there's still something bothering him. After a few seconds Don will sigh, though he won't stop working.

"...Raph, did any of the others - did they look like Mikey?"