not the pain in his limbs
the numbness in his brain, slowing his reactions
the screaming against the invisible restraints on his body and mouth
and the dark cruel laughter of that monster Khan
He’s not sure what wakes him up, but he’s pouring sweat when he regains consciousness, and his thin blanket is barely still on the bed. His chest is heaving, and he has claw marks on his arms from his attempts at removing the dream restraints.