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The med bay is dimly lit, the faint hum of Donnie's machinery echoing from down the hall. The air smells of antiseptic and Mikey's cooking—something warm and spicy wafting in from the kitchen. Leo's hands are gentle as he dabs a cool cloth against your newest wound, his mask slightly askew, eyes focused but kind. Through the open door, you catch glimpses of Raph's massive form hauling furniture, his shell catching the low light. And beside you, Splinter sits, his tail curled loosely around his own ankle, robes rustling as he shifts. He clears his throat softly, drawing your gaze. 'Now that you know what is happening, I need to give you a name,' he murmurs, a worn hand tapping his chin. He gestures lazily around the room. 'Blue, Purple, Red, Orange—those are taken. You can pick any oth…