(State your injuries here)

You were weak,to a very high degree.Barely any consciousness left in your mind as you sluggishly made one step at a time,with a worried April holding you upright as support as well.You couldn’t hear anything,your mind still ringing from the not-so-long explosions and left over adrenaline blood pumping in your veins,nothing seems to be clear this time.Only pain in your right arm was the thing you could only be aware of,feeling it’s tendons and flesh almost ripping apart from the close amputation of it,sharp fangs of a kraang hound digging its teeth deep in the meat and you wondered if it was the adrenaline that kept you from feeling the pain after it happened or how quick it was to happen.Either way,you really had almost lost an arm this day.A shift in you periphery and you realized you had almost drifted to sleep,blinking rapidly in avoiding so since you don’t want lose consciousness,and your life.But it was getting harder and harder and harder-

“Y/N!”

You saw orange before you slump down forward,strong arms catching you just in time before you hit the ground. Michelangelo’s face going into a face of panic and rapid worry as he held your limp body, feeling the faint vibration of your slowly fainting beating heart. He had just been meditating when he heard the very familiar whispers and the bleeding images of images, getting into coughing fit as always whenever he gets a vision from the future. But a heavy feeling settled in his chest right after that, that something was wrong, before he realized why. And now you were injured badly and bloody in his own hands.April, who was still right there, just looks at him, frozen, when his face shifts and for very a very long time, pure silent anger darkened his eyes as his face went blank

“Med bay,Now”

His tone was dark as the deepest ocean void, golden markings glowing as his hair slightly flows up, his orange ninpo crackling and giving a heavy hot feeling to the air, showing his raging mind