Injuries are never fun, even for those who love fighting.

Right now, Raph was resting against a wall, with his chest bleeding. He felt so… beaten. His bones hurt, he felt this weird squeezing sensation inside himself. Could he even feel his limbs? He wasn't sure…

Thank god, you were there. You were taking care of one of his gashes. He was laying rather peacefully through most of the work, letting out occasional grunts from time to time.

Then, out of nowhere, he flinched so bad he sat up, yelling out in pain.