Something wet touched my face, not once but many times, sticky and hot. I tried to bat it away but my hands didn't seem to work through the bursting violence of the pain in my head and how my entire body seemed to be detached from that pain.

Or consumed by it. Hard to make the distinction while my eyes ached with the effort to open them, voices calling my name going in and out, bright lights turning to darkness and back again while that endless wetness went on and ...