[Taking the ice pack with numb fingers, Mikey presses it to his cheek and mumbles petulantly.]
My name's Michelangelo.
[Trying to clear his head, Mikey takes stock of his surroundings. The guy has a gun, he heard the safety click off earlier.
But his arms are free now, and maybe he can reach Leo. His arms are free, he's not pinned to the wall, and he's got a better chance of breaking free than he did just an hour ago.]
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My name's Michelangelo.
[Trying to clear his head, Mikey takes stock of his surroundings. The guy has a gun, he heard the safety click off earlier.
But his arms are free now, and maybe he can reach Leo. His arms are free, he's not pinned to the wall, and he's got a better chance of breaking free than he did just an hour ago.]