AN:

Character: Leo

Genre: Drama

Warning: sad (aka the hurt without the comfort, because drabblish)


Fork


I look at the fork.

It's such a beautiful item. Light grey, shining in the lamplight.

I imagine lifting it, carrying it to my mouth and taking the piece of food it pierces between my teeth.

I take the fork.

It's shaking in my hand – my hand is shaking.

Far too much.

Raph takes the fork from me, slowly, gently. He doesn't say anything when he lifts it in my place.

I close my eyes to stop seeing the fork.

I used to wield katana, and now I can't eat on my own.