Raphael was pacing back and forth through the lair, his hands balled up into tight fists as worry courses through his mutated blood.

You came on a mission and got hurt. He should have made you stay at the lair, maybe then you wouldn’t need mutagen to.. to live. You wouldn’t be a freak like him.

Once Raphael hears you wake up from the med bay, he’s immediately at your side checking on you. “Hey. Hey, you good?”