Healing Him

Part 4

Leonardo, Raphael, and Michelangelo now had the turtle van and were trying to track down Donatello. His turtle com was obviously closed because they couldn't find a signature on it.

Right now, the turtles were on their own in tracking their brother down. Their Sensei, Master Splinter, was on one of his meditation trips right now, which made it all the worse. What if Donatello was hurt? He was a gifted healer and they might need his help.
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Donatello was taken to a surgical room. He saw the table and the surgical tools, he tried to struggle but he was just too weak.

"Oh, no. Please- don't- do this." Donny said weakly.

"This is going to be so fun, Turtle." One of the men said.

The other man then kicked Donny in his injured leg.

"Ah!" Don cried out. He knew now these men were trying to keep him in constant pain. Then he felt something behind him and the ropes were finally cut off, but his arms were kept a hold on. He was brought towards the table.

"No! I won't let- it happen!"

"You don't have a choice."

In his weakened condition, Donatello wasn't in any shape to fight them.

He was finally brought to the table and the big man lifted him just enough to get him on it. The other man got a hold of his legs and quickly strapped them down. The big man had his arms and he pulled them above his head and strapped them down up there. His arms were in a very uncomfortable position with being pulled over the edge of the table. The straps were underneath the table. It ensured that Donatello wouldn't be able to use them.

Donatello looked up at the men nervously. Now his poor belly was completely vulnerable to them.

"The boss will be in shortly to give you your punishment." One said and they backed off and left the room.

Donatello gulped. He looked down at his belly. It was already bruised and aching, inside and out. His plastron could only protect it only so much. He eyed the surgical tools next.

There were scalpels, scissors, knives, and even a buzz saw!

Seeing the saw was what scared Donatello the most. He knew that could cut through a turtle's shell if used surgically and it was going to be used to torture him! He tried to get loose.

His hands were bound so tight he couldn't even feel them much at the moment and his legs were bound too. He couldn't even bring his knees up. Donatello knew that his leg needed much needed treatment. It was starting to turn colors. But he knew it probably wouldn't happen. Being on this table slab, tied down to make sure he was helpless, he was at this man's mercy.

"Oh, why does this man have to do this to me?" Donny asked himself. After what he had been shown and told, he knew he still couldn't possibly have done that to this man. Sure, he knew he struck people in the stomach with his bo, but it was only to stop them from getting to him and for self defense. He didn't think his bo could do that sort of internal damage.

Donatello missed his family. He hoped they would find him and soon. It would be the best if they found him right now. He knew it wouldn't be long before the man stepped into the room and tortured him some more. His body was in plenty of pain and he knew he was not going to be fighting for some time with that broken leg. And right now, he was dreading a much bigger injury to his stomach.

And within moments, he heard a sound and the doors opened. Donny looked up and in stepped Lenny and some assistants.

"What- what are you going to do?" Donatello had gained some of his wind back and managed to ask without gasping for air.