Donnie does his best to wind up the rest of the bandages, absently stuffing it into a belt pouch. His weird tongue slips out again as he tries to half-clamber, half-slide onto the bed at Leo's invitation. The extra help certainly won't be dismissed, but it's almost guaranteed he'll still end up facefirst against the bunk at some point during the endeavor.

"Huh? What about Mikey and Raph?" he blinks once he's settled, trying to get his coils to settle into the right position without threat of pulling him off the bed again. It takes him a moment, but he figures maybe it's fair that Leo hasn't been completely aware of the extent of everyone else's injuries, not with how bad off his own were. He nods.

"Mikey... I think out of all of us he skated by with the least amount of injuries. Superficial, mostly. The worst were his arms. I'm...not sure what would have happened if Raph and I hadn't been there to support him when he ripped open that hole between dimensions."

He rubs at his right arm, still remembering that sensation, that brief moment where it felt like it had been on fire before something in them stabilized.

"Raph...he's doing better. We had to make sure that crack in his plastron and the edge of his shell didn't get worse. There's no replacing the chunks that are just...gone, but otherwise it'll be fine. Mostly it's his right eye that's been bothering him. I've been monitoring it."