Bursting through the lair doors he was frantic. Barrelling with her in his arms into Donnie's lab he lay her on the medical table and ran up to Donnie's room. Throwing the door open he half rushed, half dragged Donnie to his lab. Though groggy from having just been asleep, the sight of a young girl with a knife sticking out of her, tends to sober one up. Leo and Sensei appeared in the doorway behind them, the noise of a frantic Raph was not easily slept through. Though it was clear everyone was urging to ask questions, now was clearly not the time. Donnie and Sensei rushed to the girls side and started barking out instructions; sewing equipment, rags, antiseptic, drag over the ventilator, etc. The next few hours filled the lair with unease. Everyone bursting at the seams to ask questions, pacing around in case something had to be fetched, and hoping that even though they didn't know the girl, she'd survive.
Finally, Donnie emerged from his lab with Splinter following behind him. He looked exhausted but satisfied. No words needed to be said to understand that'd she'd make it and would eventually be healed. That look alone leading Raph to collapse back onto the couch, head falling in his hands in relief, his body shaking with gratitude that he didn't even know to be possible. The moment was interrupted though by the sound of Master Splinter clearing his throat. Lowering himself onto his own chair he'd never looked so old.
"Raphael, I know that you understand the dangers of exposing ourselves to the human kind, and I do agree that bringing her straight down to us was the best decision. However, I must understand the circumstances leading up to this surprise visitor. I am not angry, just… hoping for a good enough explanation that there is no need to become angry."
"Sensei I had no choice. I was simply out to clear my head, not even to seek a fight. The Purple Dragons though, they came out of nowhere, she had no chance. They surrounded her, in Central Park Sensei. She looked like she had been crying, and she did put up a fight against them, but even with me coming down to help, a dragon managed to get a shot at her. I had no choice Sensei, she would have bled out right there in my arms, I'm sorry but I had to help her…"
Raphs eyes looked up at Sensei with a begging to be understood within them, those in the room holding with baited breath to hear what would be said.
"I understand Raphael, you did what you had to do and there was nothing else that could have been done differently. The important thing is that you and her are both safe now and we will discuss matters further once she wakes up."
"Hai Sensei"
Splinter rose from his seat and gave a small update on how practice would be cancelled today as everyone had stayed up all night, and that someone would have to tell Michelangelo the events of the night once he had woken up. With a final bid for them to rest, Splinter walked through the dojo and into his room, the sound of his door sliding close starting conservation among the three brothers.
Leo and Donnie started the usual questions and comments but Raph simply drowned them out, standing up he went to sit by her bedside, check with his own eyes that she is truly alright before he retired to his bedroom for sleep of his own. He was grateful for the work his brothers did to help him that night, but being honest he was completely emotionally drained and being around them asking questions was the last thing he needed.
Walking into Donnie's lab the lights were off to allow her to sleep more comfortably, though to be honest with the sedatives Donnie had given her she'd be asleep regardless. Soft blue lights were emitted throughout the room from computers and such, and the light from the doorway allowed him to see and navigate to sit beside her.
This was the first time Raph got to truly look at the girl. Her jeans and boots were still intact, but her shirt and jacket had been removed, just leaving her in her bra with her entire midsection wrapped up. Laying there she looked pale as she had lost a lot of blood, but he could still tell her skin held a light olive tone to it. Brown eyes and dark brown hair he guessed her to be 17. Another thing he noted was that she seemed to be slightly short, around 5'3?, and that her forehead and chest was peppered with pimples of small red bumps. Not enough to stop her from being pretty, but definitely something that stood out.
He could feel himself drifting to sleep, but not being comfortable leaving her side after almost losing her to death, he decided to get some sleep right there beside her. Watching over her, just in case something happened.