When he woke up, nothing was clear. His equilibrium was swirling and he couldn't move far without something stopping him, but besides that, everything fell into a haze. After a moment, he realized there were rings around his wrists, cold like metal and keeping his arms close to the wall at his back. Instinct shot through him and he was, for a second, halfway alert, but even that he had to fight to keep.
"Wh… what's happening?"
He tugged once more on one of the rings though he knew it was useless; at this point, he didn't even have the strength to clench a fist.
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"Anyone heard from Leo yet?" Donnie asked the others around the table.
"Why would we have?" Raph asked around pizza. "You're his contact."
"Yeah but…." Donnie sighed. "I was hoping maybe he'd talked to you first."
Raph's slice stopped halfway to his mouth. "You don't think he's still mad about you blowing up the TV this morning in the name of research, do you? He's fine. He'll be back when he's ready."
Mikey gasped. "Dude… my pizza's totally looking at me!" His voice lowered gradually to a quiet wheeze of fear.
"Oh no, not again," Raph groaned with a facepalm. "The pizza won't eat you, Mikey."
"Darn right! Not if I eat it first!" With that, Mikey stuffed the whole thing gleefully into his mouth, earning an eye roll from Raph.
Across the table, Donnie just sighed and stared wistfully at his silent T-phone.