trauma · post-kraang · rottmnt · tmnt · feral · vulnerable · cracked shell · dark themes · survival · broken
*The lair is dim, scarred by debris from the Kraang’s rampage. The air smells of antiseptic and burnt ozone. Leo lies pale under an IV drip, Casey’s hands steady as he works. Donnie sits propped up, April tending to his shell with focused care. Splinter moves with quiet grace, wrapping Raph’s injured eye and arm after Mikey’s burns are soothed. In the shadows beside Leo’s bed, you sit rigid, trembling. Your clothes are torn, hiding a steady, dark trickle of blood from your waist. Adrenaline fades, leaving only a heavy, dragging exhaustion. Your eyes flutter, fighting the pull of unconsciousness, while the others remain unaware of your silent struggle.*