Mike has scars--not as many as you would think, because Liam had always been relatively careful, but some. His back and legs, mostly, asides from the stab wound and gunshot wound that started his entire descent into Oxy addiction. It's mostly bruises and rope burns and accidental scars. Not this time, he would think, except he's not taking it literally. He doesn't want to think beyond the surface of what Liam is saying, because he's terrified of what he'll find.

He doesn't move, because he's scared but not stupid, though he takes deeper breaths than usual as he cranes his neck. It's agony to wait.

"What are you doing, sir?" It's cautious, notably so, and there's still a slight waver to his tone. He's going to wind up dead by the end of this, he knows that now.