Mike sat up in the bed with a strangled gasp, his lungs suddenly compressed. Burning pain flared up his right arm and he bit down hard against a cry—
Raph—
And his mind bolted out like a shot, surging over the walls of the drugs, crashing down, screaming, heading straight for the wounded—

Through a dim haze, hand clutched to the bleeding tear in his upper right arm, Raph sank to his knees and watched the black car speed away; probably the same car with the same guys who had tranked him and kidnapped that kid Tommy…
Pain was throbbing now, like fire up his shoulder, and blood was a warm trickle. He sucked in a deep breath, staggered toward the shadows, and that was when the yells in his head started.

Keeping to the walls, trying to blend with the rush of people, Carrie ran, not sure where she was going, just knowing she had to find that room, had to know if it was real…Someone roughly shoved against her and she bit down against a grunt of protest, then hurried on. No one noticed. Something in her mind pulled at her, leading her down this hall and that, down these stairs and these; into the cold dankness of what seemed to be a floor level.
Stopping to catch her breath, she moved along slowly, her heart in her throat. White walls, double doors…doors lining walls…
She walked like a blind woman, hands along the walls, until she felt that tug again and stopped at a closed brown door. It was here. Whatever had been in that vision, it was in here.
She touched the knob, knew it was locked. Stepping back she bit her lip, focused on the knob. Reached—
Felt the spark, felt the power coil, felt it move forward. Put her hand on the knob and turned it with a sharp jerk. The power gripped the tumblers and made them turn, and then it was free. She pushed the door open and stepped in.
Blue light shelves…the two small canisters. It was here. Her skin broke out in gooseflesh, she felt her knees tremble. The little floating things…
What have they done? Oh my god…
Shaking, she walked past and stared at the vials of blood. Unmarked. But she knew, somehow she knew, that none of it was A or B or O or even RH.
The blood was not human blood, it was—
Oh my GOD, what are they doing?
And there was some kind of filtering device, something that would maybe extract unwanted agents from the samples…
Suddenly she didn’t want to see anymore; staggered back and bumped against something, not wanting to know what it was…with a moan of pure terror, she shuddered as if struck with electricity and bolted from the room, not bothering to slam it shut behind her.

Breathing a slow sigh of relief, Splinter got up and headed out to prepare the infirmary, and tell Donatello and Leonardo that Raphael was coming back.