Blood, it had brought him there.
Standing outside of his son's room.
Unsure where to go next with this, but knowing he couldn't simply let it go.
Blood on his hand.
Blood that confound him so.
He was unsure where next to go, but he couldn't simply let it go.
No answer came from within the room. Silences seems to stretch out endlessly, in a way that seem to be beyond reproach, and there was a part of the rat master that felt wrong for disturbing it. That part was not a father, nor was it one that cared. It could only marvel at such wonders, and for that reason that part of him was pushed back as he press his hands against the door. The knob turning slowly in his hands as he open the door to reveal his son in bed.
Eyes wide open as he looks back at him …with guilt in his eyes.
Though it doesn't last longer than a single breathe before it vanish to be replace with a ferociousness that he could only pray was normally directed at their foes.
"What do you want?"
He growls.
Master Splinter isn't phase as he crosses the room to sit at the edge of his hammock. A ploy that forces the turtle to either scoot over or be sat on. Either way would get his mind for a moment off of the anger as he scrambles to give room without also giving himself away. His rat Master said nothing as he let his legs dangle off of the floor.
Those eyes were observing and searching, but what for?
The red mask turtle could not tell as it seemed to take forever for him to answer that question.
"I came here out of concern for you."
The words were said lightly, but somehow, Raphael felt it had multiply meanings. His concern for him …didn't just mean about his allegations from earlier, but didn't exclude them either. His concern was a double edge sword that borders on being nosey, and he was making it clear that that was what was happening. That Raphael would either satisfied it or he would do that on his own. With or without permission, and despite his own sense of self-perseveration he growled.
Dealing with Splinter around his brothers …wasn't the same alone.
There are limits to what he will do around others and no limits when he is alone.
Raphael was in a very dangerous and delicate situation and he knew it.
Yet, bad habits never die …they grow if you don't make yourself limit them.
So instead of shrinking away, or even taking the time to think about what might happen …he barrel into the situation head first and hope that by taking it by surprise he would gain the upper hand.
"I thought we cover this. There is nothing wrong with me, so you have no need to be concerned. Also, my feelings aren't hurt or nothin'. I am fine, Master Splinter …completely and utterly fine."
He would snap.
Though his father didn't rise to his bait. He was calm as he looks at his son who was still under covers. Not normal, not at all. Intrusion would normally have his red masked son out of bed in a flash, and though his temper was flaring it still wasn't enough to make him remove himself from his bed. There was a reason for that, and it wasn't that he was not mad enough.
Thus, Master Splinter chose the most irritating method with him.
"You left blood on the floor, and you are bleeding in the bed."
Direct confrontation.
Master Splinter was expecting an explosion with those words, instead he only got a shock look that left his son with his mouth wide open.
Thus, he would continue, as he points at his nose.
"A rat's nose is very sensitive. I smelt your blood at the table, found your blood on the floor, and it's quite thick in here …fresh, so I assume you are bleeding now."
"So, where is your wound?"
Silences, from his hot temper son that was never good as he drop his eyes.
What could he say? Master Splinter had figured out so much already, his ruse had failed. What was left? He hadn't plan ahead to this, and his instinct had gone cold …no guidance there. Blind rage that died the moment his father had caught his bleeding act and then the question from where. Raphael was expecting an explosion as the silences wore on, his father's patience to snap, and his rage to roar forward. Yet, the silences extended and grew thicker as both waited for an explosion that wouldn't come.
A hand would touch his chin and Raphael would flinch from the touch.
"Why are you hurting yourself?"
His father's voice was calm and soft.
"I'm not hurting myself."
He only stated back.
"You are bleeding and you are not seeking medical attention. The absences of care is the same as causing harm."
Those words spoken with pure intentions. A lecture wrapped in concern, but a lecture all the same, broke him from his stupor. The red mask turtle laughed openly.
"Still a lecture, even when you don't understand …you lecture me. Even as my world fall apart, you lecture me. I am bleeding, and you lecture me. Fine. You want to know, father? You want to really know what is wrong with me?!"
"I will tell you, but after I do …I will leave and not come back.
And, You…you won't stop me … you won't want to stop me."
Raphael looked his father fully in the face then. For once he hid nothing, not one trace of emotion. Nothing, he was laid bare before him as he asked his father.
"Do you still want to know?"