Outside Milliways

*Every emotion he's tried to control tonight gets the better of him, once he's outside. He keeps trying to convince himself that Splinter would be proud, but the truth of the matter is that any pride would be muted by damage he's just done to his hands. Bricks are not the most yielding of substances*

(no subject)

*Raph is totally exhausted. He'd still be asleep if it wasn't for the intense throbbing coming from his hands. In a way the pain is comforting. It's something he understands, and in a week of confusion the pain is a welcome visitor. He sits up and examines his hands. They're bandaged, but blood has seeped through. Removing them in favor of cleaner, newer dressings, is going to hurt a whole lot. In a sick way, he's looking forward to it. Half way through dressing Raph realizes he's going to have to head to the bar for first aid supplies. He'd rather not use his sheets as bandages, and some iodine would be great. He tells himself that it has to happen sometime. Once he's fully dressed he heads streetside*