Oh no. Oh man, he was gonna be sick. It was bad enough they were ambushed, but even worse now that he had an injured shell. He couldn't see or reach what caused the pain, but from the white spots dancing in his vision and the blood splattered around him, he knew it wasn't pretty. It- it just HURT! He stared up at the blurry sky, only able to view the very edge of the building he lay beside. He wanted to know, to sound confident, but he didn't know what happened and it HURT and he was scared. No, he wasn't scared for anyone else, but for himself. It made him feel guilty and ashamed, but he was too terrified to calm down. His eyes overflowed with fat tears as he hissed at the pain that engulfed his back. He just wanted it to STOP! It HURT! He knew he was a ninja. A mutant. A turtle. He should be stronger. But he couldn't be. Because no matter how hard he tried to pretend he was grown up enough to handle it- it HURT! He just wanted his big brothers there to make the pain STOP! Even his little brother- ANYONE! Just make the pain stop… m-make it stop… everything… darkness.
Light. Light was good, right? It meant he was alive. Or dead. Whichever one made the pain stop. Or maybee light meant more pain. He wasn't sure. He just didn't know. And that feeling was so new, it scared him. Where was he? Did he hit his head? Why didn't he feel anything? Why couldn't he think straight? Wh-who was he? Where was here?
"I know that you are awake, turtle." No. That voice… bad. Who was it? It was bad, v-very bad… "Are you conscious?" b-bad man… don't answer. He felt a sudden jolt of pain in his back as his eyes snapped open to show… Sh-shred… Shredder! Bad man. The Shredder was very bad. If he was here… where were his brothers? Why did his head hurt so much?!
"Turtle! Speak!" the Shredder barked. He was so dazed, could barely hear. Everything hurt again, but at least it was bearable. He could think, he could- AAAHH! his head hurt so much! Even so he could do no more than whimper in his current drowsy state. He could hear the man speak again, but this time, it was fuzzy directed at someone else. "More… medication… concussion… trauma… the words were all mixed together in a slur. Then, more darkness.
When he woke again, he could tell a considerable amount of time had passed. For one, the room was different. Second, he was told so by a booming voice.
"Finally awake again, turtle?" the Shredder snarled. "Pathetic mutant. You were unconscious for TWO WEEKS!" he then laughs. "Your family thinks you are dead. Too bad they are wrong." the turtle shakes out of his slumber completely. He tried to move, but to no avail. His wrists and ankles were held down by magnets that allowed him to do no more than sit up pathetically. His gear was missing, but his mask was still their. Very strange. He was in a dark room, the only light from a small window far above him. The room was so vast and shadowed that he could not see anything but his own hands in front of him, though he could sense many Foot soldiers and even the Shredder himself filled the room as well.
His head was suddenly forced upwards to look into the eyes of said villain, a sharpened blade protruding from his gauntlet, pointed directly at the turtle's throat. His voice was deep and gravely. "Do you know why you are here, turtle?"
He shook his head, probably not the best course of action as the blade stung as it grazed his flesh. "I made a deal. A deal with an old associate of mine. You, young and innocent as you are, have most likely never heard of him. Let me just say this. He is not very kind towards mutants such as yourself." the turtles eyes widened, as was the desired reaction. The Shredder chuckled, a dark, depressing sound that made the turtle wince even more. "Anyway, I asked a favor of him. A way to get rid of your wretched master. And he provided it. All he requested in return… was one of the turtles I had told him so much about."