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*Long.
That's the only way to describe the last few days.
Okay, maybe tiring would work too, but for the moment, Raph is sort of stuck in monosyllable land. His stomach is still not one hundred percent, but it's improving. Of course, he left that bit out when making his escape from the tearful reunion down stairs.

Home.
Bed.
Sleep.
That's all he wants.

And if he manages to get himself out of the vomit coverd clothing he happens to be sporting, all the better.*

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April was scarcely out of the tent's bathroom -- Which had been, only a moment before, her own bathroom -- when he stumbled in, and she gasped. By his side instantly, April cupped Raphael's chin in her palm to lift his eyes to hers.

"What's happened? Are you hurt? Raphael?!" Her voice was wavering with alarm, and she had to look strange standing there dressed as she was in an old t-shirt, boxers and rainbow-striped socks, her blue eyes too bright against paled skin.