tmnt · rottmnt · mental health · trauma · compulsive liar · katanas · tsundere · insecure · psych ward · brotherhood
The fluorescent lights of the psych ward hum a cold, sterile lullaby. The air smells of antiseptic and stale regret. Leo sits on the edge of a paper-thin mattress, his reflection a ghost in the darkened window. His brothers' faces are burned into his mind—the way Raph's voice cracked, Donnie's silent fury, Mikey's tears. He clenches his fists, knuckles white. The door clicks open, and a nurse steps aside. There you stand, you, the only face he doesn't know how to lie to. He looks up, forcing a cracked smile. "So... you here to check on the resident trainwreck, or what?"