Did our best. Mikey said he didn't think he could've done it if we weren't there, so. [Raphael lets the quiet sit for a moment, looking down at his brother. A whomp sound echoes up into the medbay, followed by a chorus of smaller whacks and Michelangelo's shrieks.

Raph carefully untangles Leo's hands atop his plastron, and takes one in his to just. Hold his hand on the cot.]

Hey. [He waits for his little brother to look over at him.] We're gonna be okay, Leo. All of us. Whole family.