The moment his door slams open, Leonardo is on his feet and whirling towards the sound. It takes his sleep-addled mind a second more to process the scene: Raph, stewing and bloodied, hovering in the doorway with fire raging in his eyes. He sweeps into the room like a hurricane, his features hard and shaking with barely-contained rage.

"We need to talk."

The words are out of Raphael's mouth before Leo can even blink. He rakes his gaze over Raph again and swallows thickly, dislodging the last vestiges of sleep from his voice, before meeting his brother's eyes with forced calmness.

"Raph, what happened?"