I'd say I was sorry, but we all know I'm a lazy shit, and that if you're mad at me, saying it won't change anything. So, here's the next chapter. A lot of research on the specific drugs involved was done, but if I missed an important fact, let me know. It's a little longer than usual, for all the patient readers who put up with me. Thank you from the bottom of my heart. Let me know what you think, enjoy and review.
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Ketamine
Somehow, it was like instantly waking from a deep trance. He didn't know how he knew what a deep trance felt like, and at the moment, the pain was too intense for him to care much at all. His limbs were on fire, jerking in spasms against what felt like restraints, and a strangled scream tore out of his throat as he became aware of pressure on his wounds. It hurt, oh, God, it hurt, and he couldn't stop the spasms, which made the pain worse, which made the spasms worse. He wanted to scream again, but was dimly aware of fresh pain in his mouth, and that he must have bitten his tongue.
"Holy shit, what-"
"He's seizing! Damnit, the dosage was too high!"
Voices babbled somewhere above him, but he couldn't keep track of the words after that.
He was vaguely aware that he kept fading in and out of consciousness, the pain growing more and more intense each time. He felt, distinctly through the pain, blood rolling down his cheek from his mouth, the roughness of the restraints, probably leather, and the brilliance of the light against his closed eyelids. But even those sensations were overtaken by the agony in every muscle, every nerve of his body firing without rest.
He wanted to cry.
He wanted it to stop.
It seemed to go on forever. Time had no meaning. There was only him, and the pain. For a terrifying instant, he was sure that it was going to consume him. He could only brace himself, and pray it would be quick.
A part of his brain, firing because of the agony, screamed that he would never just give in. He had to fight. A flash image of a man in a suit of metal, who he instantly knew was the Shredder, shot through his mind. He was turning to fight, drawing swords, people stood near him, he looked to see who they were-
"Dose him with Pentothal! Hopefully that'll stop the seizures."
'No, I need to see-'
His thought was cut off as his mind went completely and blissfully blank, the images falling once again into his subconscious mind, too exhausted to grasp at them.