(A/N:Sorry for the wait again guys. Seems I am far too easily distracted with shiny things and such that come with the fact I study. XD Again not an overly exciting chapter but I double promise the next one will have some!

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It had been little over an hour by Raphael's track. Or so he hoped. It was a little hard to tell time when he had nothing to compare it with. No clocks, no sunlight, just his own patience coming to an end. Also the ceiling was getting rather boring so he thought it was best to get this started now.

The elite ninjas that awaited him outside his door would easily take him down if they so much as suspected anything. He had a rough idea of what he should do. If he could send one away, then maybe he could take the other down some other way? Especially, if he was just the poor, sick, weak turtle. It was worth a shot at least. He wasn't staying in this stupid room any longer either way.

Raphael suddenly fell from the bed to the floor noisily, allowing his coughing to be heard without muffling it with his hand. Slowly, he crawled halfway to the door before collapsing to the floor with a thud. He groaned loudly, waiting for the Elite ninjas to open the door, but nothing happened.

Come on! Surely they had heard him. Weren't they meant to be looking after him?! Raphael considered moving, attempting to get to the door in his 'weaken' state. Then suddenly, the door opened. Finally! Took them long enough.

Though the Elites hardly seemed concerned by what they saw. "You should probably get Doctor Moshin." One mentioned causally. "Last thing we need is it dying on us."

So one of the Elite ninjas disappeared to go and get the 'help' he needed. While the other approached Raphael without any great deal of urgency. The ninja kneeled down next to him, grabbing his arm and forcing it around the guy's neck. Raphael was hardly into doing the guy any favours, so he put no effort into helping. Instead, he turned into a dead weight, groaning and wheezing at the Elite. Meanwhile, the Elite just had a look of disgust on his face as he struggled with the weight.

Raphael felt the urge to growl at him, but instead he stuck to the plan. He'd feel better when this loser was on floor and having to deal with his Mistress's wrath later. So, he suddenly moved to put his other arm around the guy's neck, then for some unknown reason he pressed down on a certain spot. The name for this just suddenly popped into his head. Pressure points.

The elite realized all too late what was happening and crumpled to the ground.

Raphael nearly went with him, but thankfully managed to stay upright.

It just... It just didn't feel right playing the god damn damsel, but he was no match for these guys right now. Not when he was sick and hurt. Plus, he was in their tower, on their terms. He had nothing going for him apart from the fact he remembered a little now. That was it, as well as the fact they didn't know that yet. And as much as it was hurting him, he had to get out of here, one way or another.

Raphael got moving, wanting to get out of there before they came back. He peaked outside the door. Which way should he go? He took a left, moving as quickly and quietly as his body would allow. He was a little dizzy and wheezy, but at least he was doing better than the last time he was attempting to escape someone... But had that been the wrong people to run from? No idea, he'd figure it out later.

The corridor he was in wasn't all that long. There was a door at the end. He looked back over his shoulder as he suddenly heard footsteps. Shit. Raphael didn't have time to check out the room. He just opened the door. Suddenly, he was hit by a drape or something. Who the hell puts a god damn drape in front of a door?! He closed the door before pushing away the cloth, clearly annoyed. Then... he stopped.

He remembered this room... Crud. It was a bit sketchy with a few bits and pieces missing, but he knew this room. The Shredder, Karai, pain, and fighting. The things that connected him to this room. None of it was pleasant. Not a single thing. Though they weren't the only things he remembered. He was at the top of the tower. Double crud.