Flashing lights seared his eyes; sirens blared in his ears; acrid odours assailed his nostrils.
There was a pressure on his chest, a rhythmic, thumping, crushing pressure. Something popped. A flood of warmth rushed through his body. His chest expanded and contracted spasmodically. He was dizzy.
He retched.
He lived.
….yeeeouch. My dad says that when you wake up after having CPR administered, it feels like a donkey has kicked you in the chest. Repeatedly. Wearing titanium horseshoes.
Still, I guess it beats not waking up at all.