Author's Note: I'm so sorry for the wait, it's just that with school starting I've been swampted and unable to write as much. Thankfully i'm starting to get back into the flow of this so it should take me as much time. Once again sorry for the wait, enjoy.
Chapter 6: Watchful Eyes
Soreness, that's the first feeling that registered in Donny's mind after coming to from his peaceful slumber. Both eyes opened up as he stared at the ceiling of his cell, almost making him cry out since he thought it was a dream, but it wasn't. He was still tired in a sense that his body wasn't fully awake yet. Moving to sit up is when he felt the soreness in his body. The muscles in his arms, legs and feet ached as he sat up and rested his shell against the wall.
Taking a minute Donny tried to compose himself and tried to let his body fully wake up. It was then he realized that his mind is cleared up some, he can thing a whole lot better than before. "That's good, at least the sleep deprivation didn't cause any kind of mental damage…I hope." He thought to himself, wanting to check himself over but couldn't at the moment.
His head then turned to the door as it opened and the Shredder came in, with the same emotionless expression. Don stood up, thinking of a plan. The chains were off of him, as were the electrodes so there was nothing keeping him from escaping besides Shredder himself.
"I would advise you from trying to escape," he spoke, making Don Jump. "I have my ninja outside waiting, there's no way you can get past them."
This made Don cancel his escape plan, mostly when Shredder says something of the like then it was true, so he couldn't escape. Still right now with his mind cleared he said the first thing that came to mind. "How long have I been out?"
"Nearly two days," that response made the olive green turtle's eyes widen. "You were more tired than you realize."
"Why did you let me sleep, your men were so inclined to deprive me of it," Don asked again, holding his position.
"You leave your men in charge while you are away and they think they can do whatever they want," Shredder ranted.
"You mean…they-"
"Were acting on their own accord," Oroku responded in an irritated tone.
"Then what is it you plan to do with me?"
"None of your concern," he responded as he looked back and motioned for two Foot ninjas to come in.
One of Donny's eyes rose as he saw them carrying some kind of shackles, but these were different. There was some sort of elastic cord connecting the cuffs together. The Foot ninjas approached the turtle and started to attach them to his wrist and ankles, "What's going on?"
"As much as I don't want to, I can't let your muscles go to mush, so I'm letting you have a brief period of exercise," Oroku Saki said to his captive.
Don took a moment to test his restraints, they worked like regular shackles but the elastic band that connected the cuffs together were able to allow him some exercise but he wouldn't be able to run or fight effectively with them. He wouldn't be able to stretch his arms that wide nor his legs without the band trying to retract them back to its original length. Seeing as now they were on he couldn't run so he had to follow when he was being escorting out of the cell.
A minute later the Foot escorted Don to the same dojo area where his bandana and Bo staff was burned. Just seeing this place made the same feeling of loss return to him as he was left in the center of the room. Turning Don saw it was only him and Shredder in the Room.
"I'll give you an hour of exercise before you are returned to your cell," Oroku spoke.
"Why are you doing this?" he asked, eyes narrowed.
"I can't have you weak, leave it at that," was the only response he got as Shredder turned and left, leaving the olive green turtle alone in the room.
Once by himself Don then got a more accurate test of the restraints that were on him. Stretching his arms out he felt the force the band enforced in order to retract back to his original shape. Deciding to test the ones around his ankles he found the same thing. "Ok…won't be able to run, or throw any long punches. Otherwise my hands will be snapped back at an instant."
"Oh well…might as well make the best of this," he sighed. Looking around Donatello took in his surroundings. The room looked like a traditional dojo, wooden floor, many fire pits around and some weaponless weapon racks. Chances are they didn't want him to arm himself and make an escape attempt.
Shaking his head Donny then decided to work out his muscles, since it's been a few days since he had the chance. Pulling his hands up he then performed a simple kata, one that didn't involve him stretching out his hands. Despite the restraints on him the olive green turtle managed to move fluidly through his kata, nailing every move. The minutes ticked by as he finished up one kata and then did another. Since he mind was cleared up a bit he managed to keep a mental count on how long he been working out.
After going past half an hour Don finished his next kata and stood in the center of the room, breathing elevated a bit but under control. Wiping the sweat from his brow Donny then sat down on the wooden floor, "Ok…that was a good workout. Now what?"
As he started to come down from his workout he then started to think of some things. Mostly the time he spent here. "How long have I been here? Shell what are my brothers and Splinter thinking because of this?" he thought to himself. He knew they must be really worried, but are they looking for him? Well of course they are, why wouldn't they? Either way chances are they may be searching the city for him but from what Donny could tell when he first came here is that it seemed like he wasn't in the city. It was only a guess but it was the only explanation to go on. If only there was a way to contact them, anyway.
"Wait…Master Splinter!" He thought, an idea striking him like lightning. "If he's meditating right now…then maybe I can reach him…it's worth a shot, but…" Don then looked around the room as both eyes scanned for any signs of cameras. If the Foot found out what he's up to then they could interrupt him, but this may be his only chance to possibly give a location of where he was.
Taking the chance Donny the assumed lotus position, resting his hands on his knees as his eyes slowly closed. Taking a few breaths he tried to find his center. Slowly his body started to relax, the tenseness from his workout forgotten as he started to physically and mentally calm down. His breaths come out in steady intervals as his spirit disconnect from his body. Concentrating his mind became blank as he fell into a trance.
Both eyes opened as Don found himself on the astral plane. This always was a calming place to come to when he meditated. The place glowed an orange color, it looked as if there were clouds floating around him. Also it looked like he wasn't standing on any kind of surface, but if felt solid under his feet. It was as if he was walking in the air.
"Master Splinter?" he called out, hoping to get something.
Back in New York Splinter sat in his room meditating. It was all he could do to calm all the nerves he felt right now with his second youngest son still missing. His other three sons were out looking for him, they had been at it tirelessly. "Ah!" he gasped in his trance as a familiar voice spoke out to him.
"Master Splinter?" Don called out again on the astral plane. He continued to look around but didn't find him.
"Donatello?" a familiar voice spoke out, making the turtle jump.
The former purple clad turtle looked around and both eyes saw the familiar silhouette emerging. In a matter of seconds both master and student were looking at one another both silent.
"Master Splinter!" Don cried out as he ran over and hugged the aged rat. Even though it was an astral projection the embrace felt real anyway.
"Donatello, my son!" Splinter cried out as he returned the embraced. Both of them held the embraced for a while, a few tears fell down from Don as he quietly sobbed, grateful for seeing his Master's face again.
"Master…father…I'm so…" he was too choked up to talk.
"My son…are you ok?" Splinter asked, wanting to make sure of his son's condition.
"I'm fine…scared but fine. What about everyone else?" Don asked as he managed to regain his composer.
"Your brothers are looking for you, they too are worried about you." The embrace was broken as Splinter looked into his son's eyes. "Donatello, where are you?"
"I…I don't know," he responded dreadfully. "They made sure I didn't know where I was being taken."
"The Foot?" he asked, receiving a nod. "Have they hurt you?"
Don then looked down, not wanting to answer the question.
"My son…Have. They. Hurt. You?" he asked again, but this time with a parental tone.
A few seconds passed before Donny responded in a low voice, "Yes." Looking up he then saw the fury in his father's eyes, the kind a parent had when they found out their child had be hurt by someone else. But at an instant that fury was replaced.
"Donatello…isn't there any way you can describe the place you are at?"
It then came back to him, "Yes, I think I'm-" before he could say it the projection of his son disappeared. Both his hands then grabbed nothing but air.
"Donatello…Donatello!" Splinter frantically called out as he searched around.
Both of the aged rat's eyes opened as he fell forward on his hands, his breathing quickened because of the turn of events that happened. Finally after three days of searching he finally found his son on the astral plane but after nearly getting a solid clue as to where he was only for him to be ripped away. So close to getting his son back, ruined by some unsuspecting force. But then his hands curled into fists as anger came to him, the response of the Foot hurting him came back.
"The Foot will pay…for hurting my child," he seethed. They had gone too far and now the aged rat was ready to tear any Foot ninja apart. Both of his ear twitched as the sound of the entrance of the lair being opened. Getting back up he moved to his door and slid it open. Both eyes scanned until he saw his three remaining sons walking in a bit sluggish. "My sons, you're back early."
All three turtled bowed at their Sensei before Leo spoke, "Sorry Master Splinter, but we're more tired than we thought."
"None of us could concentrate as much," Mikey spoke next, agreeing with his older brother.
"You all should rest then, you're going to need it," Splinter spoke as he saw his sons about to disperse but caught their attention. "My sons…Donatello contacted me."
"What!" they all shouted, whatever fatigue they were feeling were instantly forgotten as they moved closer to their father.
"How, and when!?" Raph was the first to ask.
"I managed to make contact with your brother on the astral plane," Splinter responded.
"Is he alright?" Leo asked frantically, all three of them anxious to hear what transpired.
"He said he is but…they are hurting him, I do not know how though," He responded, earning shocked expressions from the three.
"They're going to pay," Raph growled out as his fists tightened. "No one hurts him!"
"Raphael calm down," Splinter told his second oldest.
"But Master they could be torturing him horribly, and there's nothing we can do about it!"
"Sensei, did Donny tell you where he is?" Mikey asked, trying to be hopeful.
"Sadly he did not," he responded, making all of them feel down. "Before he could give me a clue as to where he is your brother was pulled from the astral plane."
They were all silent after hearing that, not sure how to respond to this new bit of information. "Guys…now we have to find Don," Leo spoke.
"We know that fearless, but we haven't even come close to covering a part of this city," Raph responded, eyes narrowed.
"That's why we have to continue to search," Mikey spoke. "I'm not giving up and I know you two aren't."
"Indeed my sons," Splinter spoke, catching their attention. "Continue your search, but only once you've rested enough." Without speaking the three turtles bowed before they went off to their rooms for rest.
Don grunted in pain as he was knocked on his shell, surprisingly taken out of his meditative trance. Looking up he saw a lone Foot ninja, obvious he was the one who knocked him out of his trance.
"What do you think you're doing?" He rhetorically asked in an angered tone as he moved closer to the prone turtle.
Don backed up as much as the restraints would allow. "I was just meditating…nothing wrong with that."
"Oh yes there is," he spoke as he reached over and grabbed the olive green turtle's shoulder before pummeling him in the face. Reacting Don then used the cord and wrapped it around the ninja's hand and pulled it away before kneeing him in the stomach. Moving both feet Don then kicked him off and flipped back up to his feet.
Looking he saw the Foot ninja recover then shouted something. Just then the door to the room burst open and more of them came in. One then came rushing toward him but Don moved both hands up and blocked an incoming punch before kneeing him in the gut, but was thrown off balance as the cord pulled back, making him stumble back a bit. That's all the Foot need before they were all on him.
The familiar crackle of the stun baton sounded before one hit his shell. "Ah!" he cried out as the small electric current shot through him. Another blow hit him in the plastron followed by one of them backhanding him across the face, knocking him down to the floor. All the foot present crowded around the down turtle and started to beat him repeatedly with the batons.
Donny could only curl up and cry out as blow after blow rained down on him. The pain increasing as the shocks came repeatedly. Time was lost as Don couldn't figure out how long this went on for. He thought it was a few minutes but it was only thirty seconds before all of a sudden a loud crash sounded and all the blows stopped.
"What did I tell you all!?" A familiar, angry, voice shouted. Just then more crashes could be heard.
Opening his eyes Don weakly pushed himself up, looking up to see what was going on. To his surprise he found Shredder literally throwing the Foot ninjas against the walls. "What the…shell?"
"He is not to be harmed!" Shredder's voice rang out and he backhanded another one of his troops.
"But master…he fought back, we were-," One of them tried to explain but was cut off.
"He is not to be harmed, I expect you to listen to what I tell you!" he punched the one who spoke back across the face. After finishing he then looked down at Don, a look of anger plastered on his face. Both of his eyes then scanned over the wounded turtle.
Don's body was trembling because of the shocks, and there was a small trail of blood coming from his mouth. Plus bandages on his arms were soaked with red, apparently the wounds opened up.
"Get a medic in here, now!" he ordered as the remained Foot still standing scrambled out of the room.
Seeing this Don then used what energy left to scoot back until his shell was against the wall, both eyes not leaving Shredder for a second.
"As for the rest of you get out of here!" Oroku Shouted and pointed to the door. Right after those words left them all the downed Foot ninjas got up and left, leaving only him and Donny in the room. Both eyes then looked at the sitting turtle, his face once again neutral. "Once again they act without orders."
"What's your angle?" Don's eyes narrowed into a glare, not moving. "Why did you help me?"
"I thought you were smart, I said I don't want you harmed," both hands clasped behind his back as he looked down at the olive green turtle. "My men didn't listen so I took matters into my own hands."
"Why?" was all Don could ask, but before a response was made the same medic from before came into the room.
Apparently he was still afraid because his body trembled as he moved closer to the Shredder's side, "Sir, I'm here."
"Treat the wounds, and the bandages on his arms needs to be changed," both eyes glared at the small male, who walked over to Don. "Once again the same stipulations apply; cause him any pain and you won't like what happens."
The medic gulped a bit as he opened his kit and took out a few cloths, then started to wipe the blood from Don's mouth. Once that was done he then unwrapped the bandages from the turtle's arms, exposing the opened bite wounds. He then started to clean them once again, this time being careful with swabbing them with alcohol. All this done in silence and with Shredder overlooking everything like a hawk.
Once his arms were cleaned and redressed the medic stood up and back up, only to be grabbed by the collar. "Good you didn't hurt him this time, now get out of here!" Shredder ordered as he shoved the small man towards the door, which the guy gracefully complied with.
Once they were alone again Don finally stood up and spoke, "What are you planning, why help me?"
"That's none of your concern, besides you should be grateful for what I've done," his face remained neutral.
"Why should I feel that for you?" Donny fired back.
Just then there was a knock at the door before a new foot ninja walked in carrying a tray of food. Both of the olive green turtle's eyes locked onto the tray, scanning the contents. There was a plate of eggs, bacon, and hash browns with a glass of water on the side. Don's stomach started to growl as he looked at the plate of food, his mouth watering a bit as his long forgotten hunger surfaced. It was then he remember that it had been days since they let him eat. All they given him was water and nothing more.
The ninja carrying the tray then placed it down in front of the turtle before being dismissed. Donny looked down at the food but made no attempt at getting near it. Even though it was tempting it had to be drugged or something of the like. There's no way he eat something given to him by Shredder.
Oroku saw this and couldn't help but smile, "Go ahead and eat, I know you must be hungry."
"No."
"There's nothing wrong with it, I wouldn't do anything of the like," he answered, knowing what the turtle would be thinking of.
"Like I haven't heard that before," Don sarcastically responded. "I'm not eating it."
"Fine, but I know you're hungry, and I'm trying to at least feed you," Shredder then turned and walked towards the door. "You still have twenty minutes of allotted exercise time. I leave you for now. And only exercise your body, not mind."
With that he left the room, leaving Don alone with the warning fresh on his mind. The genius turtles knew what he meant by that. They must of figured out what he was doing while meditating and didn't want him to do it again. Chances are that he's being watched now and trying it again may not be possible.
"Why is he not doing anything to me?" Don thought to himself. "He hasn't laid a finger on me at all, so what gives? He has to be planning something here and it can't be good."
His train of thought was brought to a halt when his nose caught the scent of the food near him. Looking down he saw the hot plate of food just sitting there. His hunger grew more as he kept smelling and looking at it. The temptation of eating grew even more but the thought of it being tampered with was still there.
Kneeling down he then looked carefully at the food, trying to see anything out of place or any discoloration, anything that would tell if there was something wrong with it. Picking up the glass of water he sniffed it, no scent at all. Looking at the liquid he saw nothing but clearness to it. That still didn't mean they didn't use an odorless substance in it. Looking back at the plate of food he then took a whiff of it, big mistake. The delicious aroma made his stomach growl even louder, now causing some hunger pains. Nothing smelled out of the ordinary, but maybe the aroma is supposed to throw him off.
The food seemed to have nothing wrong with it, but he could be wrong. Yet he's really hungry right now and his will to resist is weakening. Reaching over he then grabbed a fork that's on the tray and picked up some of the eggs. Slowly lifting it up to his mouth he finally ate some. As he chewed the sweet flavor of the egg mashed up into his mouth, tasting like it normally did. Swallowing Don sighed as he felt the food travel down to his stomach.
"Well…guess there's nothing wrong with it," with that Don then started to eat the food, finally thankful of having something in his stomach now. After deeming the food safe he picked up the pace and gobbled up the food. After a few minutes the plate was picked clean and he sat back sighing in relief. Now with a full stomach he felt much better and more focused than before. Now that was finished he shifted back to his earlier thoughts.
"What could be Shredder up to? It has to be something big if he doesn't want me hurt. I'm going to need to be more careful now, who knows what he could be planning," he spoke to himself as he rose to his feet. He still had a few minutes left of exercise left, might as well make the best of it.
The next few days flew by fast for Donny, and this left nothing but questions to the turtle. During his captivity things changed from what happened of his initial capture. Instead of repeated tortures he was given exercise time in the mini dojo they had. He managed to regain some of the lost strength with his katas but yet he wasn't allowed to meditate. The last time he tried to he was harshly jerked out of his trance. The weird thing was that the Foot never laid a hand on him, mainly because they said it was Shredder's orders. And also he would have that same medic check up on him at least once a day. He was still distrustful of the medic but yet the Shredder was always present during those times.
After his exercise time was over he'd be taken back to his cell, but unrestrained and a plate of food waiting for him. At first he didn't trust it again, but then soon deemed it safe and ate it up. It was like this for the next four days, nothing else happening during that time. During one morning, or night, which ever since he couldn't figure out what time of the day it was, Shredder came to his cell. He then told Don that he had to go away for a few days. This worried the genius turtle a bit, he didn't know why but that feeling was there for some reason. What he didn't know was that things would be taking a complete U-turn after his captor's departure.
It must have been hours since Shredder left to Don, although it was only one hour but there wasn't any way to tell. He sat on the bedroll that laid in his cell, shell against the wall. Currently he's thinking about what to do now to pass the time. Being alone for long periods of time starts to have an effect of his mind, it was like being in solitary confinement in prisons.
"Are they trying to break me in some way?" He thought to himself. "If so what do they plan on doing with me?"
The sound of his cell door opening came to him as he looked forward, both eyes widening as three familiar Foot ninjas walked in, the ones wearing the blue, red, and orange cloths. "What the-" he was cut off as the one in blue pulled out a stun baton, the familiar crackle sounding off as he moved forward and struck Don across the face with it.
The unsuspecting blow knocked Donny to his side, the one in red then came over and pinned the turtle to the ground. His own stun baton poised a few inches away from his face. "Miss us Junko?" he asked, causing both of Don's eyes to widen as his mouth dropped a bit.
"What's going on?" He managed to ask, a bit frightened at what just happened.
"We have so much time to catch up on now that we're alone," the one in blue spoke as he turned to the one wearing orange. "Take the bed roll."
Nodding he then moved to the small mat and rolled it up before picking it up. "Lets see you try and sleep now," he spoke.
"What are-AH!" Don started but the red cloth one then wacked Don in the plastron with the baton, knocking the air out of him.
"Just you wait Junko, we have a lot planed, but first there's something that we're are forced to do first. Bring him," With that the red cloth one then turned Donny onto his plastron. The last thing Don felt was his hands being forced behind his back before the familiar black bag slipped over his head.
A few minutes later the bag was pulled off of Don's head, blinding him as the only source of light shined in his face. Ducking his head down and squinting his eyes the olive green turtle found himself strapped into an all too familiar chair. A feeling of déjà vu began to creep up as a sudden feeling of fear started to swell up.
Once his eyes adjusted to the light he looked around the room, but found no one. The room was empty save for himself and an armless wooden chair a few feet in front of him and the only light shined above him. "What the shell?"
The sound of a door opening was made behind him, but he couldn't turn his head to see who caused it. Apparently the person who came in made himself know as he walked in front of the turtle. This guy was male with dark brown hair, medium size and wore a white coat like the medic. He carried a clipboard along with a pen. He took a seat in the chair in front of Don and got comfortable. "Hello there Junko."
"It's Donatello," he responded angrily. He's starting to get tired of his captors addressing him with that new name they given him. It wasn't him and it wouldn't be him.
"That's not what I've been told," leaning back he then picked up and rested his left leg across his right knee. "You can call me Dr. Adams."
"What do you want?" Donny spat, getting angry now.
"We're just going to talk, nothing more," he responded, writing something down on the clipboard. This got the genius turtle curious.
"What is he writing?" he thought to himself.
"So tell me, how have you been feeling these past few days?"
"He's a psychiatrist!" Donny thought. It was a dead give away now, wanting to talk and writing things down. He read a few things about this profession and there was no way he was going to give into his questioning. Instead he remained silent.
"Not talkative right now? It's alright, being confined in a place for so long can do that for someone. It's must be lonely being by yourself right now," the guy spoke. He had ways of making patients talks, and now he had to push the turtle's buttons.
Don remained silent although the thought of being alone right now brought up those feelings of solitary confinement but he managed to push those thoughts aside.
"Maybe another approach," Dr. Adams thought. "I read a file detailing what my…associates done to you for the first few days of your capture. Tell me, how did it feel?"
The olive green turtle's body tighten as the memories of his torture resurfaced. All the pain he endured were brought back, but he shook it away, but just barely.
"A chink in the armor," the doctor grinned as he continued. "All the pain you suffered, all the sleepless nights you endured…and all that time that rat bit you." Donny's body tightened up more as the memories flooded back. All the pain, the tiredness, hunger, all the time being alone…it was starting to reach that point.
"And to think it's been days and you're still here."
"They…will come and save me," Don then spoke out unconsciously
"I doubt it," the doctor spoke, writing more things down.
"They will, they wouldn't let me down like that," Don looked back up at the male, his eyes filled with hope.
"Tell me then, there must have been a time when they did let you down right?"
"What's it to you?" he responded defensively.
"That answer only confirms it," the male responded as he wrote more things down. "Tell me, has there ever been a time that they hurt you, physically or emotionally?"
Donny opened his mouth to say no but nothing came out. Hesitating memories started to surface, all the times Raph and Leo fought and not listening to him when trying to make peace. The times when he try to make their living conditions more comfortable they hadn't even thanked him. Plus there were the times where they would call him names just because of his intellect, which hurt the most.
Dr. Adams smirked as he saw the hesitation, from his experience he knew the answer to the question was yes. "Care to share some of those experiences?"
The question brought Don out of his reminiscing, "No."
"Why not? I just want to help."
"It's something I rather not tell you," Donny's teeth grit at this.
"Alright, we'll come back to that," he marked something down and changed questions. "Tell me, how did it feel when they burned your mask and weapon?"
Both of his eyes widen at the question, a visible expression of loss was displayed on his face as the memory came back. The psychiatrist once again smirked as the answer to his question come without any words.
"So it effected you a lot."
"I-I didn't say that!"
"You didn't need to," once again he wrote more things down, which started to annoy Don a lot. "From what I can tell that mask was one of the ways to tell you apart from your brothers. So in a way it was part of your identity."
"It means more than that," Don responded.
"And what about your weapon?" He asked, making Don stiffen up a bit. "From what my associates tell me, a weapon is an extension of yourself, so basically wasn't it like a piece of you that went up burning in that fire?"
Don wasn't sure how to respond, although he did have a point. He did have a feeling of loss when that happened, but he wasn't going to let him know that. "Why do you gain from this? What are you trying to do?"
"I'm just trying to get a good picture on how you're doing."
"You're wasting your time, my brothers will come and save me," Don responded with a bit of fight in his words.
"I wouldn't hold your breathe on it," Dr. Adams responded in disbelief.
"They will, I know it. They wouldn't just leave me here," he responded more firm on it.
"They won't, it's been eight days and they haven't found you!" he spoke back.
Don gasp at that, shocked at that piece of news. "E-Eight…days?" It had been that long? This threw the olive green turtle for a loop, shocked and less hopeful now after hearing how many days it been.
"Yes…chances are they aren't even looking for you, heck what if they're having a much a better time without you there," he wrote even more things down.
"But…no…they wouldn't be I know it," Don tried to retort but most of his fight was knocked out of him after hearing about the time skip he had.
Seeing this was working the doctor tried to push things some more, "Being as intellect as you are, I'm pretty sure they never understood you or the things you done. Heck they maybe are just using you for their own desires."
That comment stung a lot, feeling of being unappreciated came up. Of course there were times back at the lair where his brothers would ask him to fix their things, taking time away from his own personal projects. And most of those time when he agreed to fix them there was never a thank you from them. It was like he was taken for granted most of the time.
"No…no they may act like that, but they still care for me…I'm not just a Mr. Fix it to them," he thought to himself, pushing those previous feelings back. "You're wrong, they're my brothers they care for me and they will come for me."
"Well don't you think you're clinging onto false hope?" Dr. Adams smiled as he set the pen down, earning a raised eye from the turtle. "You want to believe that they are coming for you but in reality you are trying to cling onto this false hope in order to keep the realization from hitting you. You know that after so long that they aren't coming for you, they don't care about you at all. You just don't want to believe it."
This left Donatello speechless, he was shocked at the accusation the doctor made at him. He wanted to say that he was wrong but something kept him from saying it. It was like all the fight was drained from him. All he could do now was stay silent and look at the ground, almost as if he was defeated.
"I think since this is our first session we'll stop for now," standing up the doctor then walked passed and out the door, leaving Don alone with his thoughts. He was left for a few minutes before the Foot ninjas wearing the cloths came in and unstrapped him from the chair. Donny put up any kind of fight at all, he was too occupied with his thoughts now. He didn't want to believe what that doctor told him, but in a way he felt as if his words were true.
A/N: Hope you liked, things should get easier now, I think. I'll try not to take as long as before, But still I can't make any promises. Thank you for sticking by this story. Till next time.