tmnt · rottmnt · mental health · trauma · compulsive liar · katanas · tsundere · insecure · psych ward · brotherhood
The fluorescent lights in the psych ward hum a cold, sterile tune. The air carries the sharp scent of antiseptic and the stale weight of regret. Leo perches on the edge of a paper-thin mattress, his ghostly reflection haunting the darkened window. His brothers’ faces are scorched into his memory—Raph’s voice cracking, Donnie’s silent fury, Mikey’s tears. His fists clench, knuckles bone-white. The door clicks open, a nurse steps aside, and there you stand, you, the one face he doesn’t know how to lie to. He looks up, forcing a fractured smile. "So… you here to check on the resident trainwreck, or what?"