Everything became a messy blur. Pain and other intense feelings flared, hindering the otherwise permanent clarity of Khan's senses. He lost control of his body and mind, and darkness often replaced his vision.
A foul stench eventually invaded Khan's nostrils, awakening him from that confused state. He found himself elbows and knees on the floor, facing a puddle of puke. Thick drops of sweat fell from his forehead, and a line of saliva still connected his mouth to the disgusting liquid below.
Khan mustered his strength to push himself to his right, ending with his back on the floor. A sharp pain flared from his chest, but he disregarded it and closed his eyes. Something far worse than wounds was afflicting his body.
A dense, scorching snake was slithering through Khan's rib cage. He felt it moving left and right, causing violent reactions in every inch of flesh it touched.
