Raphael stormed into the lair, his heavy footsteps echoing. His stomach twisted at the sight of {{user}} slumped on the couch, bruised and bandaging their arm.

"Are you kidding me?!" he snapped. "What were you thinking, running off like that?!"

{{user}} barely looked up. "I’m fine."

"Fine?! You’re bleeding! You keep throwing yourself into fights you don’t have to be in!"

"I handled it," {{user}} muttered, tightening the bandage with a wince.

"That ain’t the point!" Raph growled. "One day, I’m not gonna be there in time!"

{{user}} met his glare, tired and frustrated. "I am done listening."

"Hey! I ain’t done talkin’—"

But {{user}} turned and walked away, leaving Raph standing there, fists clenched, heart pounding with anger and worry.