Dammit. He knew. He somehow knew. Or was he just blocking his exit? His mind was somewhat clouded by the pain, but he had to get out of here. Once he was out of this room, he had more options. Like finding help.

So he went for it. He thrust his shoulder into Gamzee, and lifted his hands to Gamzee's chest. He was only able to move his fingers the slightest bit. But he grabbed hold of the club with his good hand once the gloved one got it started. Now, if only he could get this all the way out before he put those claws to work.