A storm blew in as Raph tried to sleep again. Back in the lair again, after so long. His father was found, the Kraang were out of the city, and everything was back to normal.
Then why do I feel this way?
He rubbed his head, and knew that he would not sleep that night. So much was bothering him, he couldn't stand it. First thing that bothered him was his nightmares. Not the ordinary ones. Those were managable. These were different.
They happened while he was awake.
He didn't tell his brothers about it. Why would he? What would Leo or Donnie know? And Mikey... He sighed. He wouldn't even think of burdening his heart with such terrible thoughts and images.
He did tell one person, and that was his father. Master Splinter didn't say much, he just listened, made suggestions here and there, but never gave him a straight up solution, and Raph knew why.
Because there was no straight answer. Whatever was bothering his mind was not something that was going to go away.
He got up quietly, so as to not wake Mikey. Since they came back to the lair, Mikey decided he didn't like sleeping alone anymore.
And then there was Leo. He was incredibly quiet and snappy all the time, Donnie was cynical, and all for no particular reason, other than the fact they were worried about Raph. The way he slept most of the day and stayed up all night, refused rest, didn't eat much and kept to himself most of the time.
But he couldn't help it.
He was trying hard not to be, but he knew what was happening. He was being consumed, and soon there would be nothing left of him but a hollow shell.
If he lasted that long...