Unsurprisingly, the doctor ignored the glare, concentrating instead on the mass of scar tissue on the right side of Michelangelo's back. There was more than enough here for him to work with; it was almost a pity that he only had a little more work to do with the creature.
"Not much further to go now," he murmured largely to himself. "Then we will be able to see if you have what it takes to survive. ...or if you end up broken again."
Leaving it at that, the doctor swabbed neatly at a patch of the darker scar tissue and pressed the tip of the syringe into it. It was much thicker here, and he had to work it in particularly hard. But it was worth it as he felt the syringe hit the target level and he slowly injected the substance into Mike again.
"One left." The syringe was withdrawn neatly and the doctor set it down, preparing the final one with slower movements as he enjoyed the motions and the strain on his subject's face. "This one is going deeper than the others, I'm afraid," he said, not looking apologetic in the least. "But you've been doing very well!"
"Not much further to go now," he murmured largely to himself. "Then we will be able to see if you have what it takes to survive. ...or if you end up broken again."
Leaving it at that, the doctor swabbed neatly at a patch of the darker scar tissue and pressed the tip of the syringe into it. It was much thicker here, and he had to work it in particularly hard. But it was worth it as he felt the syringe hit the target level and he slowly injected the substance into Mike again.
"One left." The syringe was withdrawn neatly and the doctor set it down, preparing the final one with slower movements as he enjoyed the motions and the strain on his subject's face. "This one is going deeper than the others, I'm afraid," he said, not looking apologetic in the least. "But you've been doing very well!"
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