Scarred and battered by their previous encounter with their new-found nemesis, The Shredder, the turtles returned to the depths of the leaky, sludgy sewer that they blissfully called home. Of course, it was a sewer and everything-- meaning that it certainly wasn't the cleanest place in the world. Though it was the turtles' sanctuary, it continued to serve its intended purpose: cycling and recycling the city's flushed away sewage and feces. Constantly, the sewer floor was dripping wet-- filmed with unsanitary toilet water and leaking, crashed car oil that would seep through the manhole covers on the city's surface. Not to mention how poor the insulation was, and how the boys in green had to endure the harsh wind as howled through their living room during the winter season. Considering this, along with his open wounds and weak immune system, it would only be too easy for Donatello to become susceptible to the contraction of high-risk diseases.
Tucked in bed, shivering thunderous