He experimented, carefully rolling his head a little on the ground, just enough to find out if he could. It felt awful, but he managed it. He needed to get the hell away from here before Aeshma got his act together and busted through his chest.
Aiden went still for long enough to concentrate on his heart, instead of just the pounding whirligig that had replaced his brain. No ooze, and his chest wasn’t hurting. He still had time.