A few minutes after panicking he found Leo in the kitchen wiping off the blood on his plastron.
"Leo?" Raph asked breathlessly at the door.
"Hm?" Leo asked as he looked over towards the creature currently taking deep breaths of oxygen, "Raph what's wrong?"
"Nothing I just lost track of you and-" Raph's voice faded away into murmuring.
Leo smiled, he recognized that face for he often saw it on himself. One of his brothers be out of sight when they've been injured and he's suddenly freaking out.
"Leo?"
"Huh?" Leo said frowning at the wound he was applying pressure to and pulling himself out of a crazy memory that involved, too much sugar in Mikey, bologna and maple syrup.
"Need any help?" Raph asked hopefully.
Leo smiled again and said, "I don't need help, but I would appreciate it."
So they both sat down at the table as Raph cleaned and bandaged the wound. A few times he almost left because he kept remembering that he had made the wound.
"But now I'm treating it," he thought, "That has to count for something, right?"
Although his mind said it didn't change a thing because he had still done it, taken his own weapon and stabbed his older brother.
"Well, maybe I could learn to calm down a little during our arguments," they both thought, remembering how their anger had lead up to the incident.
As Raph was finishing bandaging the wound Leo asked, "So what was that paper about? You never did answer."
Raph froze and immediately started yelling at himself in his own mind, "Idiot you had to leave it in there didn't you?!"
"Um well, it's nothing. Something stupid," Raph said and turned to clean up everything, his eyes downcast.
"I don't think it's stupid," Leo said, "I've been jealous of the Shell-Cycle since Don built it. You two are the only ones who've ever ridden it."
"You like motorcycles?" Raph raised an eye ridge at his older brother.
"Yeah, I think they're pretty cool but I can't ride."
"You ever tried?"
"Well no-"
"Well why wait!? Come on!" Raph shouted grabbing Leo's arm and dragging him to the elevator.
"Wait, where are we going?" Leo asked.
"The garage, duh," Raph said his voice slowly becoming the old roughed edge it had been.
"Why?"
"Like I said earlier today, I have something for you."
"What? All I remember are a bunch of parts and upgrades for the Shell-Cycle."
"They're not for the Shell-Cycle exactly," Raph said his voice growing quieter as they arrived at the warehouse.
"The Battle-Shell?"
"No."
"The Shell-Sub?"
"Nah."
"The Tunneler?
"No."
"The Sewer-Slider?"
"Um, nope."
"The copter?"
"Uh-uh."
As they walked past all previously said vehicles Leo dug in his mind for what else they had, "The Hover-Skip from the Utroms?"
"Nope."
"I give up, what other vehicle could we possibly have?"
Leo had run through every vehicle they owned right?
"Did one of you manage to get a hold of a plane, or tank maybe?" Leo asked.
Raph laughed, "Not me, I could sure have fun with a tank though."
"I need to stop giving him ideas," Leo thought.
"Ah, here it is," Raph said as they came to the very back corner of the warehouse.
Leo saw the Shell-Cycle and something that was covered with a tarp.
"What is it?" he asked.
Raph smiled and pulled the tarp away revealing a stunning blue motorcycle almost identical to the Shell-Cycle.
"Wow," Leo said and then said it again, "Wow. Did you build this?"
"All from spare parts," Raph grinned sheepishly.
"But why?"
"Well um, at first I just thought as having it as an alternative in case I somehow lost or caused major damage to Shell-Cycle, but after, um well-"
Raph glanced at the floor, the memory playing in his mind again and Leo's scream echoing in his ears.
Leo noticed the sudden silence and spoke up, "Raph, I don't blame you. You know this."
"Whether you do or not, it's gonna haunt me forever," Raph mumbled.
"Then you need to work on forgiving yourself," Leo said.
After a few uneasy moments of silence Leo spoke up again, "So you built this entirely from scratch?"
"Yeah."
Leo shook his head.
"What?" Raph asked.
"I just wish I could do half the stuff you do. Must be nice being able to ride out at night."
"Well, yeah, what do you do?"
"Train."
"Typical," Raph muttered with a scowl.
"Why blue?" Leo asked trying to get the subject away from his special leadership training he had every late evening and early morning.
"I told you," Raph said in an irritated voice, "It's for you."
Leo froze like he had been told it for the first time, "Me?"
"Is there anyone else here?"
"I don't know how to ride, and I don't know anything about motorcycles only some basic things about the Battle-Shell."
"Hey, you'll learn," Raph said, "It'll run now but I'd still like to adjust and add a few things."
"Raph, I wouldn't have time to ride much less repair it," Leo argued.
"Don't train so much," Raph argued back, "And don't worry I'll help you until you have all of it down."
Leo sighed, "Raph, it's amazing, it is, but I won't have time. I just can't stop training."
Raph glared, "Why the shell do you train so much? You gotta be doing more than sucking up to Splinter."
"I'm not Raph I just can't stop. The training's required."
"By who, Master Splinter or you!?"
"Raph, I just can't drop my morning and evening training sessions!"
"Why the shell not!?"
