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*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*

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From:

locks_it_up

*she smooths his hair back*

Hey, it happens...

...maybe we ought to bandange those.

From:

mnt_raph

Occupational hazard, huh? I know how that goes.

*looks down at his hands. He's slightly relieved to see the blood looks the same, though, he hopes that it doesn't do wonky things to people who touch it.*

Yeah, guess so. I got some stuff on the roof.

From:

locks_it_up

Good place for it.

*and they're on the roof. No jumping. Just like that. She's already heading toward the medical supplies*

From:

mnt_raph

*looks around bewildered for a second*
Uh, nice trick.

*notices her hunting*
Under the sink in the bathroom. There ain't alot. used a good chunk of them after the tree.

From:

locks_it_up

*over her shoulder* Endless.

Thanks... *she rummages, and finds, and returns, hands full of gauze and iodine*

Sit.

From:

mnt_raph

*notices the iodine and cringes. He hates this part. It's always more satisfying to tear something down. Fixing it is the hard part*

Yes Ma'am.

*he kicks a chair over towards the small kitchen table.*

From:

locks_it_up

*she sets down the iodine and banadages on the table, and goes back for water*

*over the running faucet* I don't understand you people at all. Why you persist in hurting each other and yourselves with such enthusiasm is totally beyond me.

*she comes back with a bowl of water with little goldfish painted around the border. It's not a bowl that he owns.

She sits across from him, and sighs*

How do you want to do this?

From:

mnt_raph

Catharsis.

*looks down at the supplies, then up at Death, then back to his own hands*

Quick and dirty.

From:

locks_it_up

*There's a joke there somewhere, but she resists it. Not the time.*

Alright. Hand 'em over, turtle-boy.

*starts in with the water, and... it doesn't hurt as much as it should. She's methodic, and efficent, and gentle, and keeps more or less quiet, forwning occasionally at the extent of the damage.*

From:

mnt_raph

*There's something odd about having Death administer first aid. Raph surrenders his hands*

What's my prognosis doctor?

From:

locks_it_up

You're an idiot.

But you'll probably be an idiot with fully functioning hands.

From:

mnt_raph

Don't sugar coat it Doc. Tell me how you really feel.

From:

locks_it_up

*she smirks, not without warmth, and leans back*

You want to know the truth of it?

You're my friend and I love you.

Please stop doing stupid shit.

From:

mnt_raph

*that wipes the sarcastic smirk right off his face. He looks down to avoid her eyes*

Hey, it was either the someone or the wall. I thought I did pretty well, all things considered.

From:

locks_it_up

You've got a point.

And, really, you did handle it well. I was proud of you.

I just... I see you people in pain and-- on a personal level-- I don't know what to do for you.

From:

mnt_raph

*doesn't look meet her eyes, but he does smile slightly at the praise*

Don't know that there's anything you can do for us. Pain's just somethin' we gotta go through, ya know?

Every scar I got, and I got quite a few, has some memory to it. They remind me what I should and shouldn't do.
*chuckles*
Or they would, if I made a habit of listenin' to them.
*grins*

From:

locks_it_up

*she looks down at his hands, and the small scars on his arms*

What do they tell you? When you listen.

From:

mnt_raph

"Dodge" mostly.
See this one?

*points to a faint one that runs from the side of his nose to just next to his mouth*

Got that one from Leo. Were sparrin' and I pushed a button too many and got a little too close.