Mike growled at him as he was moved. It was no where near as impressive as Raph's, but Mike couldn't risk opening his mouth. The pain was getting worse, and there was no way he was going to give the doctor the satisfaction of hearing him scream.

Why the hell was the doctor injecting it into his scars, anyways? The skin was thicker, harder to penetrate. Mike didn't have the medical knowledge that Donny had, so he had absolutely no clue why--

--the doctor was going to inject it into the scar tissue in his back. Mike's breath hitched. He didn't have a shell anymore. His back was unprotected. He had absolutely no way to defend himself.

All he could do was shoot the man a glare, hoping in vain that looks really could kill. He wasn't going to give into him, even if there was no hope of escape. Turtles never gave up.