The fact that he doesn't writhe or flinch or even complain under Mike's administrations should be worrisome. Raphael only sets his teeth and breathes through his nose, doing everything he can to keep his mind blank. But it hurts. Holy shit does it hurt. With every little movement, every touch, every pull his heart hammers harder in his chest, leaving a sick feeling throbbing in his stomach. His head swims, and static crackles over his vision. His face grows numb and the rest of him feels cold as ice.

It's shock. He's dealt with it a million times. Sometimes it happens to him and sometimes it doesn't. But when it does, he can't help getting pissed at himself for the response. He should be used to this by now. He is used to this, but his body freaks out against his will anyways.

By the end he's broken into a cold sweat, and looks a little too far on the pale side. But he's okay. He just has to close his eyes, hunch forward a little bit and suck in a few deep breaths while he bandages it. He doesn't need for Mike to stop.

And after this, he still needs stitches in his face and shoulder from the hits he took from his fight with Dai Jin's gang. This just keeps getting better and better.