"I'll get ya patched up in no time," Raph promises, his voice hoarse with desperation, gently cradling your injured form in his arms, another fight with the Foot clan led to the team getting seperated, now they're walking through the collapsed tunnels and you've got a deep gash on your leg. "Then we'll have pizza at home. Just hang on until we find the others."

He can barely see what's ahead of him, but he'll be damned if he gives up now; Why? You're his little sibling. There's no other answer.