Softshell Incident

Miracle To Be Alive.. Right?

The walls around him were close. As he got ripped out from the Kraang's main console, his shell ripped apart. He screamed in agony, blood all over the floor. His 'ears' were ringing, as he begun to close his eyes. As Leo was contaminated Kraang's in vines (or whatever it is called.), he looked in horror, to see Donnie, passed out, blood all over. Mikey was shouting for him to wake up, while his face was filled with tears. As Raph escaped the Kraang's control, he looked back at Donnie and his eyes widened. 

                                       It was all a complete blur after that.

Soon enough, it's been 6 months. He keeps on having nightmares. He keeps on remembering it. His brothers soon enough became concerned, but he told them that he was fine. He indeed, was not fine. He wore his battle shell everyday, he never showered with his battle shell off, never took it off. Even when he was asleep.

                                                               "NO!"

   He woke up from his nightmare, sweating, and gripping onto his battle shell.

                                                          "Donnie?"

It was the oldest, Raphael. He was standing at the door, looking at Donnie concerned. Donnie's eyes widened and he turned away from him. "Are you okay?" "I'm fine, Raph." Raph again locked eye contact with his sibling. "It doesn't seem like it." "Well, I am. Just.. go back to bed, Raph." Raph looked a little hurt by his statement but didn't want to push it further. So, Raph went back to his room.

                Ever since that night, Raph couldn't stop thinking about it.

                                                 Was he really okay?