"Do you need a band-aid? I found ninja band-aids the other day. How cool is that? Santa gives kids ninja band aids here!"

Mikey had learned enough field medicine from Master Splinter that he knew the wound left by the shrapnel would need more than a band-aid, but hey, they could always put the band-aid on top of all the other bandages. He reached slowly for the shrapnel with one finger, intending to poke it.