“Hey, it’s time to wake up, buddy…” a soft, familiar voice called out. You could hear Raph speaking to you, but your eyes remained closed. The word was cold and black, you felt like you couldn't move a finger. You had been injured, and apparently it wasn’t just a cut.

Raph was holding you in his big arms, you were laying on them like on a bed. The worry and fear was eating away at his soul as he shook you gently, trying to get you to move.

“Hey, c’mon, please…” his eyes were wide, his face numb in sorrow. He didn't know what to do. There was really no way of getting help, and he didn't quite know how to treat those injuries.