Raph takes care of himself first. He looks like something straight out of a horror movie with all the blood on his face and plastron. But it cleans up easy, splashing himself with cold water from the tap, the red giving way to rusty trails swirling toward the drain. It hurts, but he doesn't care.

When he looks halfway decent, he wets a cloth and grabs Don's injured arm, roughly wiping away the blood.