Healing Him

Part 3

Donatello was pushed roughly into a new room. He barely kept his balance as the door was immediately shut and locked behind him. The room looked like a bare dojo, or was it a cell? It was dimly lit and was about the size of their living room in the lair. The walls were dark and from what he could see, there were no windows. He felt as though he was standing on a firm mat of some kind, but it was hard to tell. And his stomach hurt too much to really get a good look at the place.

"Agh!" Donatello put a hand on his stomach again as pain shot through him. He looked down at his plastron to see if it was damaged. He would have big bruising on his belly as well as inside him for a few days. He didn't see any visible damage and gave it a good rub.

"What have I done to deserve this?" He asked himself.

"You hurt our boss!" A male voice was heard.

Donatello turned around slowly to not aggravate his injury. He still held his belly. He saw five men with weapons in their hands. He swallowed. He knew he was not in a condition at the moment to fight.

Nevertheless, he saw the men approach him menacingly and the winded turtle began backing up. He tried reaching behind him for his Bo, but he didn't find it where it was supposed to be. Now he knew he was in trouble.

He backed into the wall. He grimaced as another jolt of pain went through him.

"Aww! Look at that, the turtle's actually feeling some pain." The men laughed.

"Look guys, agh! You don't need to do this." Donatello said.

"Oh, but we do actually. Direct orders and for payback for our boss!"

Donatello knew he was outnumbered. But even if he was, under normal circumstances, even without his bo, he could take these men, but not in his current state.

The men attacked him. They had no honor.

Donatello just tried to defend himself the best he could. He had to take his mind off his pain for the time being. He was still very winded at the moment too.

One man tried to hit him over the head with a bat, but he saw it coming and he grabbed his arms, trying to stop him. While Donny was distracted with that one, another man came up behind him and hit him on the back of the legs.

It made the turtle cry out, then the man he had been defending himself against grabbed one of Don's arms and twisted it behind his shell.

Donatello cried out at that too. Then he was hit on the back of the head and he fell to the ground onto his hurting front side. His arm had been let go of.

Normally he wasn't that easy to take down in a fight, but he had been weakened prior to this fight.

When he tried to get up, he turned over to look at his attackers. All five of them were standing over him. He saw one with a big hammer in his hands and dreaded the worst. His right arm hurt from having been twisted.

The man with the hammer came forward. "Now its my contribution time."

Donatello instantly tried to push himself away from his attacker, he tried to walk but his legs were too weak.

The man kept following him until he was against the wall again. Then the man brought the hammer down onto the turtle's left leg.

Donatello couldn't help but cry out so loud at the bone crushing that happened. Now this would be a severe problem.

"You got him good. Now he won't be able to get away so easily." One of the man's comrades commended him.

Donny cradled his injured leg, but it put pain into his already aching belly again.