Khan doesn't even deign to reply to that question - this is far from the worst pain he's ever had - and his uniform shirt disappears in one swift, overhead motion.

The result is... well, a mess. His lack of a shirt reveals a remarkably fit torso, but the effect is ruined by the wide, ugly swath of purpling bruises that stretch from his flank all the way to his back. The ribs on his right side are subtly uneven, broken from where he must have slammed into the console upon impact, and several small, already-healing lacerations litter his arms. His breathing is still shallow, and his blood pressure is still low - what happened to him clearly would have killed a lesser man.

Any other patient would be in agony - or dead. But Khan remains as straight-backed as he was before, waiting for Julian's assessment as though he's done this a thousand time.

(He has, of course, but rarely with a doctor so... ethical.)