Well, it connected. Unfortunately, given that Volanz was sick and hungry, the hit didn't do much other than anger Donatello.

"You--"

His hands shifted as he went to turn away, revealing, not a knife, but a dose pen.

"Fine, then. " He gritted his teeth, almost regretting what he was saying and the way it came out. Being helpful was so hard now. It had been much easier before. "Stay sick. Die however you want."