Summary: 300 word drabble (not including title). In a battle against Shredder Raphael gets hurt. Mona Lisa does not realize that there is a reason for it. This is the aftermath.
Guns and Kisses
For a moment she just stood there, leaning against the door opening. When she realized he was awake and was looking at her, she couldn't hold her words back any longer.
"What the hell did you do that for?"
The feeling of both anger and frustration was trembling beneath her voice. Mona Lisa stepped closer to the bed, he was resting in.
"I think you have to be a little bit more specific," Raphael replied with a hoarse voice. He winced, as he carefully sat up in the bed, leaning his shell against the wall. His stomach, especially the right side of it, was covered in bandages. Mona Lisa sighed and sat down on the edge of the bed, facing him.
"Why did you push me aside?"
He didn't answer. He just looked away.
"He had a gun, Raphael! Do you realize how dangerous it was? You could have died."
When Raphael still didn't respond, Mona Lisa moved closer to him.
"You didn't have to do that," she continued.
"I know I didn't have to," Raphael answered. He sighed. "But if I hadn't done it, then you would be in danger... and as for why?" He sent her a skeptical glance. "You honestly haven't figured that out yet?"
She kept watching him, seeming a little confused.
"No, how could I?"
"Are you kidding me?" Raphael exclaimed. Without thinking further about who could be nearby to witness it, he placed his hand around her neck and drew her into a kiss. She seemed surprised at first, but then closed her eyes and kissed him back. When he decided to part his lips from hers several seconds later, he looked into her eyes and made a little teasing smile. He gently caressed her brown hair.
"There. Is that explanation enough for you?"