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Word By; Muse2488: My Son
I approached the bathroom wearily, the loud banging noises and muted curses could mean nothing good. Easing the door open, my son whirled on the spot, lost his balance, and crashed into the tub behind him with the shower curtain now atop him. I merely stood there, staring down at him, as his eyes focused on me and his hand remained clamped down on his upper arm.
"Oh, uh hey Sensi!" He said in a much to high pitched voice, Raphael was never a good liar.
"My son, if you are injured, why would you not go to Donatello?" I demanded of him, my eyes casting over the rest of his unharmed form. He did not answer me at once, but mumbled something to the tap next to his face.
"Speak up Raphael, my ears do not translate mumbles." I scolded
His eyes finally met mine, then blurted out "Cause Donnie would kill me if he found out that I cut myself while looking for something in his lab." Then his face brightened and he kept going in a more normal tone "though I suppose I could just tell him I got it somewhere else..."
"You will not lie to your brothers Raphael" I snapped, tapping my stick on the ground for emphasis. Then my expression softened, and I offered "Though I suppose, my room would have better supplies while you continued to assist your injury, so that you would not be disturbing others who wished to use the bathroom."
His face brightened into one of the widest smiles I'd seen in a while as he understood my meaning. He would not want his brothers walking in on him like this.
"Thanks Dad." He called over his shoulder as he quickly scurried out of the tub and sprinted for my room.
Again, this is another one of those 'not sure if it was meant to be, but used it anyways as a prompt' since she said there aren't a lot of Splinter and Raph stuff. And she's right. So it kind of sparked this idea. Hope you liked it.