She blinked again, baffled. "W-Why?"

He shrugged again, "Could be fun."

"Fun?! You could die because of a girl who calls you the baboon from the Lion King!!"

He had to smirk, "Sounds fun to me."

She still gave him a baffled look. "Fun...?!"

He raised an eyebrow, "...Yeah. Much more fun than sittin' round here everyday anyway."

She scoffed with a smirk, "It almost sounds as if you care, Rafiki~"

"Care about what? That you keep calling me Rafiki? Yeah. That's pretty annoying."

"I mean care about me, stupid!" And she gave him a slap across the head.

He gave her a flat look, "Less and less by the second." He stated with dry humor.

She matched his flat look. "Want another broken shoudler, monkey?"

He smirked, "Aw, and here I was thinkin' ya liked me."

"Aww," she patted his bad shoulder on purpose. "And I was thinking you liked me." Her smirk matched his.

He batted her hand away with his spare arm, "Alright then, Miss Mario, what's ya plan? Ya gonna tell someone else 'bout this? Or are ya just gonna sit here 'til the mad dudes come back?"

She walked to the door, "None of the above."

She stopped and turned around, "Ever heard of 'training'? It comes in handy, you know."

He gave her a 'fair enough' look, before also standing up, "Meh, you need it."

In an instant she pushed him onto the bed like a gust of wind. She was smiling, "You were saying?"

"That's not gonna stop someone that's tryin' to kill ya." He said stubbornly, standing back up again.

"Oh?" She crossed her arms, already on the other side of the room. "So you're an expert in fending off bad guys?"

"I didn't say that."

"Then what are you saying?"

"Just that you need practice."

"Practice?!" Her eyes flashed bright green as she stormed towards him. "Who's the one who's been on the run from government scientists for 6 years?! Who's the one that could barely get a scrap of food because her face was on every wanted poster in the bloody country?! Who's the one who practiced every spare moment she had despite the risk of being caught?!"

"Well then let's not risk it happening again!" She walked back to the door and opened it with her mind. "Screw you, Raph!!"

And she walked out, slammed it with her mind, and stormed down the hallway, destroying everything she passed with her mind until she was out of sight.

At that, Raph's eyes briefly flared an alarming red colour. "Fine!" He yelled, even though Cameron was long gone. He raked a hand through his hair in frustration, jumped up, ran to the door, flung it open, stormed out and slammed it behind him. He then headed in the opposite direction of Cameron, his eyes still burning red.

And Cameron took off to the gymnasium.

Raph headed towards his room. He didn't know what time it was at the moment, but hopefully everyone would still be in lesson and he would be on his own.

(Yeesh! I've missed out a whole lot!!! Major improvision!!! ;D )

Arnold had hung back after both Cameron and Raph had left the office, reflecting... He had read somewhere that cats had the uncanny ability to 'fade' into the background when they pleased, but he didn't think it applied to him, especially as he didn't even attempt to do it. The way nobody noticed me... It's like I wasn't even here!, he thought to himself. Cool!!! He added mentally, before he started to get his cat feeling as though something bad was happening again. Running out of the office, he paused momentarily in the hallway, debating over who to help, or if he should help at all. Raphael... He'll not like being helped... He'll say, not falsely too, that he can take care of himself. Arnold chuckled, I feel sorry for the dude that'll try to attack Raph. Cameron... She'll not like being helped either... And she can take care of herself too... I mean, she threw Raph into the wall!! But I can't just stand here and not do anything... Cameron it is. Arnold concluded, and took in her general direction, shifting into lion mode so he could sniff her out.

As Arnold said, Cameron was in the nurses' office asleep in a coma. She would have looked like she was sleeping, but she had wires leading from her arms and her head into machines around her. Her heartbeat was slow, which was a good thing.

At least now she wasn't in any pain.

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