Leo's quick to kneel down next to him, though he keeps his own body between Donnie's and the mouth of the cave. Shielding him from anything that might be out there.
Donnie's hurt, but Leo can't tell what's hurt worse. It's a million little cuts, and he isn't sure where he should be focusing.
"Dee... Dee, I'm so sorry."
He doesn't really know what he's apologizing for - just, everything, really. That he can't protect Donnie better, that he can't find a way to fix this. That it hasn't been okay, even though he said it would be.
He reaches out, gently laying a hand on Donnie's shoulder - and that's when the horn on his head starts to glow with pale white-blue light. It flows off of him and towards Donnie, enveloping him and knitting some of the cuts and scrapes back together, slowly but surely.
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Donnie's hurt, but Leo can't tell what's hurt worse. It's a million little cuts, and he isn't sure where he should be focusing.
"Dee... Dee, I'm so sorry."
He doesn't really know what he's apologizing for - just, everything, really. That he can't protect Donnie better, that he can't find a way to fix this. That it hasn't been okay, even though he said it would be.
He reaches out, gently laying a hand on Donnie's shoulder - and that's when the horn on his head starts to glow with pale white-blue light. It flows off of him and towards Donnie, enveloping him and knitting some of the cuts and scrapes back together, slowly but surely.