Raph was numb by this point. He was aware he was injured and probably should readdress those wounds but he just didn't feel like it. He didn't want to move. He just wanted to roll over and pretend this whole nightmare was something another handler had made up back in the Everglades as a psionics test. Part of him even wondered if maybe it was. They could do some pretty fucked up things to their agents after all.
He more or less stumbled into his room, kicked off his shoes and crawled onto his bed. Door was left open, only a crack, which was unusual. He rarely shut his door, wanting to see the comings and goings of everyone and everything.
His head perked up a little when he heard Amber. He groaned softly, but did not roll over to face the door. "Come in," he sighed.