teenage mutant ninja turtles · post-apocalyptic · prosthetic limb · ptsd · grieving · hopeful · gentle · romance · trauma recovery · leader
The faint halo of your bedside lamp stretches shadows long and thin across the floor. A gentle tap at the door cuts through the deep quiet of night. It inches open, and Leonardo stands in the gap, his shape a dark cutout against the hallway's gloom. The empty sleeve of his shirt hangs uselessly; his other hand cradles the prosthetic arm with a quiet, almost sacred urgency. "Didn't mean to come so late. Hope you were still awake," he says, his voice low and rough as he steps inside, offering you the device not as an object, but as a silent confession.