Khan wanted to scream, but only suppressed groans came out of his mouth as he pushed himself away from under the Stal's corpse. Curses resounded in his mind, and pain made a mess out of his thoughts, but intense anxiety also fought against those sensations to remind him about his situation.
His jailer was dead. His escape had begun. Khan couldn't allow himself to waste time or cry over his hand, but the pain felt unbearable. He ended up on the verge of fainting every time his cracked fingers or palms moved.
Khan headbutted the wall behind him in a desperate attempt to suppress part of the pain spreading from his right hand. A second of peace filled his senses, but everything soon returned and almost froze him on the spot. Still, he slammed his head on the dark metal again and used that short moment of clarity to decide what to do.
