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"Any time," he said softly back to her shaking his about her complaining about him caring her again. "I've got it. We are heading to a base that I know is around here. That'll give us a start on some info," he said getting quiet again as he walked through the foliage with his eyes constantly moving and never staying in the same place for more than a few seconds. He hurt, and so was she, but she would be fine in the morning. His body was only slightly reacting to the venom that coursed through his body again as it reacted to his half human blood, but he didn't say anything as he didn't want her ankle getting worse. He kept walking for a while keeping perfect balance with everything and still not noticing it as he had something else to focus on.

After a while though, he stopped and gently lowered her to the ground, but still held her a little so she didn't have to put weight on her bad foot. He reached for his sniper and pulled it out to look through it. He swallowed hard after he put it back and anger was back in his eyes. "Those things aren't the only thing we are fighting. There's people from almost every country in that camp, freely helping and being commanding officers. It seems now a days it's still all about the money," Raph hissed looking out over not sure what to do from here. He would rather fight those creatures than people as they knew about humans, and with them giving everything to those things, they were screwed. They were completely screwed.

"I would rather just kill them, but we'll try your way," he said quietly slipping his arm under her legs and lifting her again. "You don't have to be my girlfriend, we can work just fine this way, hopefully," he said quietly with a gentle blush. It wasn't that he didn't like her, quiet the opposite. He was becoming fond of the girl, but he didn't want to force anything on her. He looked over at his shoulder that was covered in blood and torn apart leaving no real bite marks. It was starting to kill him already and the idea of having a place to bed down a little bit and get her taken care of properly. He walked to the bridge seeing the men target their guns on them.

"Wait wait, we mean no harm, we were attacked by some italians and their dogs a while ago and I think she might have broken her ankle. We just need care and shelter for long enough to recover," he said with his exhaustion not really being pretend at all as he was giving out from the blood loss and everything else so far. His breathing picked up a little bit as he waited for them to let him pass. After a few seconds they decided to let him and he walked down the bridge to the camp caring her still with a determined, but angry look on his face.

Raph only grunted as he stumbled a little bit ignoring her protests until he got to the end of the bridge and he gently set her down leaning against the poll for it. "Fine," he breathed shallowly before continuing to walk being joined with guards and having their weapons being removed with most of them being on Raph with multiple people having to take his things. He looked at her quietly and kept walking stumbling into the bunk where it was empty. He sunk down onto a bunk before laying down on it wincing. He looked at her not angry, but frustrated yet he didn't say anything.

Raph held his arm out to her quietly wanting to sleep as exhaustion kicked in with how exhausted he was. He closed his eyes tightly and looked at her softly as she cleaned his arm off and then re bandaged him. He felt like his mind just blanket mostly feeling so tired and his shoulder throbbing terribly. He glared at her at her demand for his shirt to be gotten rid of. Even if he was insanely fit and tone, he still didn't like taking off his shirt in front of others. He sighed and wiggled himself out of it wincing a little bit and tossing the blood soaked shirt to the floor. He leaned down so she could clean his torn up shoulder looking at her softly trying to ignore the pooling blood on the floor from it.

Raph rubbed the back of his head and glared at her quietly as she cleaned his arm off and he sighed shaking his head. He put his arm down and clenched it around the wire framing to try and keep the pain from being that bad or nearly as bad. He hissed a little and glared up to heavens silently cursing them out before he felt one last tug and she sat back from him. He looked down at his ugly wound and her clean stitching glad that she'd done that with just the wound being closed making her feel better. He sighed and sat still as she wrapped the bandages around his body closing his eyes keeping quiet until he felt her hand on his back and the bandages crossing his chest. He opened his eyes looking down at her as she finished up the bandaging feeling his body get tighter and a little harder to move with the gauze, but it felt better knowing he wasn't bleeding to death any more.

His hand relaxed on the warped metal and looked at her with tired, but still wild eyes. "Better, sore, but better," he said in almost a whisper looking at her with curious eyes enjoying her company more than any one's that he'd been with for a while. He smiled slightly with only the corners of his mouth pulling itself into that tired smile not wanting to move at all. "How's your ankle?" he finally breathed.

"I'm sorry, I have a problem focusing on others instead of myself. I didn't think that made me a baby," he smiled fully looking at her as she sat down next to him asking about his scar again. He shrugged counting it out on his fingers trying to think. It had to have been a year, but he wasn't sure. It took him almost a year to recover so that actually might be just over a year. "Just over a year ago, I think," he said laying down on the bed finding it comfortable, but then again, he normally slept on a cold floor, personally he preferred the ground, but what ever. He shook his head at her laying on the floor and nuzzled his face into the pillow before picking it up and batting it around messing up the normal lying of the cushioning along with laying on the opposing end of the bed. He laid on his back listening to everything outside and mostly just focusing on what ever not really having a main idea of sleeping. He was to wound up from the pain to do so even if his mind told him he needed to recover.