Knife Wound (джен)

Donatello stares. He should be doing something. He should be moving. He should be helping. He should be breathing.
He’s not.
It’s like he’s frozen, and he can’t move. He’s stuck. He feels like he’s stuck between worlds and there are different versions winking in and out of existence before his eyes, even though he knows in his head what should be right.
Or, well, who should be the right one. Because nothing about this is right.
Mikey is laying in their medbay, a large knife from a Karai bot sticking out of his side. And Don isn’t sure how much of what he’s seeing is this reality, or another reality.