#((whats sadder than seeing your loved one die? never getting to say sorry uwu))

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03 Raph Von - Fatal Blow Meme

She knew getting Raphael out of her father's house of horrors was going to be difficult, but she didn't expect things to go so terrible so fast. Yvonne didn't even realise there were this many agents in the building! There was bullet casings everywhere, but it's not what Yvonne was caring about right now; Raphael had taken a hit, a hit for her, and she needed to tend to him.

Raphael had already gone through so much.

Huddled away, Yvonne had her hands on his wounds, a string of curses leaving her lips as she scrambled to patch him up, even if she knew deep down, it was a failing battle,

"You're not going to die Raphael," Yvonne sternly says, almost demanding it, "Do you understand? You are not dying on me."

She managed to find some fabric, but there was so much blood, the injuries far too deep. And after God knows how long of her father's torture, she knew he would be weak. She knew he was already on deaths door even before this.

Yvonne kept as serious as she should. She can feel a tremble to her fingers and a swell of sadness in her chest. Yvonne was a realist, the writing on the wall. There was nothing she could to do safe him, but Yvonne would get him home, no matter what it took,

"Keep talking to me," Yvonne tells him, "Just keep talking," She goes on, trying to do whatever she could, "Focus on getting home; back to Donatello, and your brothers, your father...focus on getting back to Casey."

Anything to keep his mind distracted, anything to make this easier, because...because she knew she couldn't save him. She knew it was a lost battle, and she had failed him.

"...Let someone else protect you, let someone else take care of you for once..."

Yvonne carefully moved her arms beneath him, forcing it up. She would carry him out of there, the least she can do is make sure he doesn't die here in the EPF,

"I'll get you home," Yvonne spoke softly, her voice cracking, wavering, not bothering to hold back the tears now, "It'll be okay babe," She lies, "You'll be okay..."

| Fatal blow meme

Everything felt so disconnected, disjointed at best Raphael's memories were foggy at best. He couldn't tell what was real some of it felt more like a dream. A vague thought in his head that he could recall but couldn't fully understand as happened. Bishops voice, his face. A smile a sadistic smile thick black lenses that easily covered his eyes but Raphael didn't need to see those eyes to know the look that was in them. It was laced in Bishops tone whenever he spoke. This wasn't personal persay. He didn't seek Raphael out out, Raphael just happened to be out and about. Why? because of some dumb petty fight between him and Von. That had him staying away from home. In his mind he thought he was giving her that space it didn't seem right even in his anger part of him kind of understood that Von might not have else where to go. So he was staying away from home unknown to anyone where he had been staying. Sure sometimes he stay a night or two with Casey. Nice to have a bed to sleep in. But he could fully take advantage of Casey's extension of warmth now could he? He should have.

He was with Casey when he got taken but if he had been staying with Casey till things calmed down? It felt like it was just minutes ago when he was caught in that net. But it wasn't was it? The drug in his system meant to test. That's what he hated the most testing him seeing what he could handle. Raphael was full of fight but..where was his fight now? Only a small spark come forward when he was getting released mistaking Von for Bishop. Funny how he never thought they looked the same before. Having a hard time understanding why she would stick her neck out for him. Not just because of him for a moment thinking she was snake just playing them all. Pulling a ploy to get close to them just to betray them all later. But because of what he had side to her. So why come for him?

Why let him lean against her when he could barely use his feet. Needing to relay on her a bit as they tried to get out together. But the place was swarming with the agents. Every corner seemed to just have more and more. They seemed to be near endless. Finally they had a second to catch their breath Raphael watched Yvonne even through the fog that seemed settled over his brain thanks to all the shit Bishop had pumped into his system. He could still tell though she had that thinking expression fixed on her face from how her brown kitted up in thought. Von was smart if she thinking that hard? She's really trying. Why though? Why risk her neck after what all he said to her? How he lashed out at her even. Here everyone feared his actions when they should been worried about the sting his words held instead. Raphael had been staying away from home assuming she was there but if she was here? Hell he even chased her away from Don? And yet here she was trying to save him. A drugged up turtle, who could barely walk. Hell he was better off blind than how he was now. Yet here she was despite it all.

"Von" Raphael manged to speak gaining some control over his beak again when more gun shots sounded off likely had been waiting out for any sign of them being near. Raphael manged to will some movement as he slammed his arm back to keep Von behind him, standing up in front of her. His vision was half at that, not that understood why in the moment assuming he just couldn't get his eye to open. Blaming it on the excessive amount of drugs in his system. "Stay back!" He barked out the order no reason she had to get hurt for him too. But before anything else could even be said he found his breath literal cut off. Something punched his throat he thought but no one was in front of him? He staggered and swayed left and right a moment, trying his best to breath when he felt something trickle down his neck. Reaching up he manged to feel against his neck and see the blood that covered his palm. "Fu--ck" Trying to talk made it worse.

As he stumbled back against Von, who seemed to gather what happened and tried pulling him away to somewhere to hide once again. Raphael could do nothing more than follow with her. All to aware a bullet got him. It had to be a good once to break through his tick skin alone not to mention the dense muscle. Fuck.

"You're not going to die Raphael,"

He's not so sure about it himself, even once finding somewhere to hide away. He moves to sit when guided to. He knows for sure the bullet didn't make the cleanest of trips. Must have cut through some important parts as he swears he can feel the blood filling up his his throat and trying to cough it up? wasn't working. He wasn't like Don, he couldn't tell you the parts of his neck. HE recalls the word wind pipe thought? That might been one thing that got hit. Would explain why he couldn't breath. Even as blood sputtered out from his beak, it was just finding anyway out that it could. Or he might..

"Do you understand? You are not dying on me."

Raphael hissed in pain when pressure was added to his neck, Praying his eye open as he tried his best to focus on to Yvonne right now. He felt so weak though so drained even before he took that bullet hit. Some dumb part in his brain felt like he could mange if not for that. He knew it thought he can tell he's not sure how but he just knows he wont get out of this. Looking around where they were. A stairwell? Von should be able to get out of her. If they jam the door handle with one of his sai? Give her the other just in case? Hell tie his mask around his neck to buy a few moments and he could run out that door and draw them away.

"Von," he coughed up more blood still trying his best to sit up straight, as he held on to the railings behind him.

"Keep talking to me,"

"Ya" Fuck for someone who never knew when to keep what he had to say to himself was some funny karma keeping him from talking now.

"Just keep talking,"

"Gotta" every word just seemed to take away what ever last bits of air he had left in him, as he let the blood pour out from his beak no matter how much he manged to get it out it just kept filling up his throat.

"Focus on getting home; back to Donatello, and your brothers, your father...focus on getting back to Casey."

Home? The sewers the lair. A place he could walk around with his eyes closed. A place he could so easily picture now in fact. He wished his last seconds could be there instead. Donatello..his brothers. Fuck he always did wrong by them uh? More trouble than he must have been worth. Pointless fights with Leo that just didn't matter now. He wished he could tell Leo how much he counted on him to just be there and handle the shit he could. How he wished he could hear one of Mikey's stupid jokes right now. Wished he could just feel Donnie's shell pressed against his own for just a last moment of comfort. Splinter. His dad. His least favorite son he knew that so well he wished he done better by them. And Casey. So much left unsaid he wished he told them he loved them more recently.

"...Let someone else protect you, let someone else take care of you for once..."

He can feel her trying to get him to stand up again, he did work up to his feet a hand to the rail behind him as he manged to get himself to look back over it. It hard to tell how many level of stairs there was.

"I'll get you home,"

"No." He knows he isn't going back home, he can't recall the last time he saw any of his brothers. What he said to any of them. Was it least not too assholary of him? will their last memory be decent? He's pretty sure he snapped at Leo before finding out about Von. How he ended up outside on his own for Bishop to give him the news. He blew Mikey off uh? He wished he just indulged Mikey once. He might not have even said a word to Donnie. Maybe made a remark about his bikes energy to them but that was..weeks? Days?

"It'll be okay babe,"

And Von? Looking at her, they both know its just a lie as he stumbles as if trying to lean against her for support. He wanted to say sorry, to apologize for everything he said.

"You'll be okay..."

He wasn't going to be okay. Eye focused on the door in front of them, how long could he buy? How long would he last? Bishop had drugs pumping in his system for days straight and it took a fuck ton for that to do anything for him. Well he had enough anger to drive him now. He wasn't going to be okay but he was going to make sure Von would be. As he reached up and tug off his mask, The mask that basically identified who he was for years. Tattered, red fabric. It was the color that made everyone think of him. What he hid behind, what he let Casey take off to see sides he didn't even show his family. Things Splinter knew about him with out needing be spoken. He looked at his belt seeing his Sai. A blunt blade it took a lot of force to stab them through, because that wasn't what they were meant for. But they were given to him from his father Splinter saw something in him to find the sai the right fit. They should go back to his family. He didn't need them. He pushed off from the railing away from Von, as he handed her the only items he really ever owned in his life. That made him stand out from his brothers. The hot head that would do anything to protect his loved ones. And that was how he chose to go out. As he handed them over into her hold. So much left unsaid that he wont be able to take back. Remorse in his gaze. "Von, go and don' turn back" He manged to say as he got back through the door slamming his whole weight against it. Stubborn women she was he knows Von would try to come back and grab him. Tell him he was stupid, why he gave her his things. So she would have to leave and give them back to his family, As he let his shell rest to the door he sees more agents. If he is dying least let him go out how he wants. The gun shots rung out even Von would know better to run by then. When he can't hear her voice he figures hes right. They only wanted him. Adrenalin was a hell of a drug as he pushed off the door and run forward.

And that was the last thought in his mind.

Sorry Babe.