Day would eventually turn to night, and Raphael adhered to his isolation.
He skip dinner.
In the dark, blood would pool. He couldn't risk the splatters, so he had tuck himself into his hammock. Blood wouldn't touch the floor, though he discovered he had left a bit of a trail prior to entering his room. The blood running down his thigh made him glad that his color green was dark and not the light of his younger brother. IF they had seen, he dreaded the answer, but they did not see, and what he left behind was evidences that didn't put him in danger.
They were ninja.
Shinobi.
Droplets on the floor is a common occurrence.
He hadn't left enough to cause concern.
Though the amount he was releasing now.
He had put a towel underneath himself to catch it all. It was only pure luck that he always kept one here. He could explain away a bloody towel. He had been mad enough that he might have hit a wall with his bare fist or simply overdid it with his punching bag. Blood in the hammock, would have to be hidden and eventually washed, because, the stain would start to smell. The only washing machine was in the common rooms, and that could lead to discovery. He couldn't risk discovery, and so, he tucked the towel underneath him. He protected the bed, he protected the floor, and all the evidence left behind he could explain away.
It was the perfect crime.
Knock, Knock.
A move too quickly, a slip, and then pain that spiral out of control.
Raphael shut his eyes against the pain, and grit his teeth. His lower region flared with agony, as his stomach cramp in such a way as to make him want to curl himself into a ball. He would have scream out, but, that would give everything away and so he rode the pain in silences. It always hurt when the blood needed releasing. He always knew this, but, this time ..it was much worst than anything he had felt before. Had he done something wrong to himself? It took a few minutes for pain to fade and for the relief to take its place.
It hurt, but no harm done.
Knock, Knock, Knock.
It was much louder and more urgent now. Raph couldn't leave the hammock in the shape he is in, so he shouted his acknowledgement.
"Yea, what'd you want?"
"Raphael, you skip lunch and dinner. Master Splinter didn't mean for you to fast as part of your punishment, so, I am just here to let you know your isolation is over. He said it's enough. You can come out and watch a movie with us if you want."
Leo, it was an honest invitation, and one, that would lead to trouble and discovery. He was trying to mend fences his brother, but this one wasn't broken …it was rotten clean through. There was no salvation for him, no way to fix it, and thus, he answered accordingly.
"No, I am fine."
The sigh was audible through the door.
Was it on purpose? Did they miss him in attendances that much?
Then silences.
His brother was gone, and left with no other distractions …Raphael continued where he left off.
Two days down.