It slams into him like - well, he's never actually seen a freight train in his life, much less been ran over by one, but if he was? He'd imagine it'd feel a little somethin' like this.

Hard. Intense. Immediate.

And so. Very. Painful.

It spills into his too-full skull before he's got any means of clawing it out and there is no end to it and even if it clamps shut for a moment he's havin' a lotta trouble comin' up with who he is and where he is and he peers dazedly at the ceiling and tries to fucking think.