I can't feel anything. I hear Faint voices. They sound distorted. I try to focus on what they're saying. "he....I....well...no....loved..Tom....." I stop trying to listening to them as my head begins to hurt. I try to speak and let them know I'm in pain. "Mhhn" a soft groan comes out and I start to feel my fingers.
"Tord?" A muffled voice calls. I start to move my fingers and toes, slowly bilding up the strength to move my arms and legs. I feel a soothing cold hand press against my cheek for a second, the hand quickly moves away and two hands are placed somewhere around my stomach.
They start pumping and pumping and pumping until I feel like I'm going to throw up. I'm pulled up by the person and they let me puke.(Guah, gross. I can't stand the thought of mouth to mouth CPR because the person might throw up in their mouth ewww.) I feel the person begin to carry me and I cringe. "Shhhh," Edd's voice whispers in my ear. "Don't worry Tord we're taking you home. It's going to be okay."
So it was Edd who gave me CPR.
I begin to fall asleep after that thought. I relax as I feel myself being put in what I guess is the car seat.