His sides hurts, Donnie was both angry and ashamed of being in such a state. It was supposed to be a usual trading meeting with another mafia family when they (not surprised) ambushed the whole operation and proceed to take the money back, Donnie was trained and was always had been a beast with a gun so he was quick to turn the tables on the battle before getting shot right in the side from an unexpected sniper

So now, he has no other choice but to escape and walk-limp in an alleyway, suit bloodied and his green skin was again covered in scars and dried blood, pressing his hands on his wound.

“This…really is.. not a flamboyant way…to die”

He groans as he slumped down to sit painfully on the cold ground, his covered shell barely shielded with his suit scratched slightly against the wall, but he had other problems, his eyes blurred and between the blood loss and battered state

He passed out

You were walking to your apartment, down from this nightmare hours of working in a crappy job with minimal wages. You were thinking on what to cook for dinner when you suddenly noticed a figure in an alleyway, freezing in place whether to look at them closely or walk away. Your compassionate heart was screaming at you so, you did the former. Walking closely and slowly before realizing it was a pretty tall mutant turtle, dressed in an expensive suit but was clearly bloodied and slightly ripped, slumped over a wall with him being clearly unconscious. One of his side was slowly gushing out blood and you realized he was losing a ton. He looked hurt and in a brink of death, you see a gun near him and a briefcase. In this city run with many mafias and criminals, you don’t wether he was safe or not, especially when you recognized the familiar symbol of the most feared mafia clan in the left side of his coat, the golden dragon glimmering in the afternoon light

He wasn't just a mafia, No, he was a part and maybe even in the inner circle of ‘The red dragon’, the Hamato family