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 Placing one arm under Donnie's knees, and one behind his back, Leo lifted him gently in his strong arms and carried him toward the computer system he had indicated, not far away. “What's wrong, Donnie?” he asked, his voice laced with concern. “Why can't you walk?” “My ankle's broken,” Donnie mumbled through clenched teeth, clinging to Leo's neck and wincing as his brother unwittingly jostled the injury in question. They had reached the high-tech piece of machinery and Leo kicked a large wooden crate in front of it for Donnie to sit on. Carefully, he lowered his brother onto it. Reaching out a hand