Hearing her cry was the worst sound I've ever heard, it tore my heart out.

Luckily Donatello worked miracles, and managed to get her back on her feet, but she's still in a lot of pain, and even I struggle to calm her down, or manage her. I barely do anything else, a part look after her anymore, I always hold her in my arms and cuddle her constantly.

She woke up three days ago but she's having a hard time recovering, the pain is a lot and the wounds are still painful and many.

My girlfriend is very strong, independent, because of a difficult situation in her past she had to grow up alone, quickly, and be independent and strong, so if she cries, if she complains, if she becomes difficult to deal with, it's because she's in a lot of pain, so no one is mad at her, but at the moment it's difficult for her.

"What's the matter, love, don't you want pizza anymore? Should I finish it?" I whispered kissing her forehead lovingly, as I heard her whimper. "Ssssh, I already know it hurts, love. Let me take care of you, like you always have with me and everyone here." I whispered after hearing her cry again.