[ WP ] You 've been dead for 67 days . You awake to the entire world watching the first human revival . Your revival .

My mouth tastes metallic, like blood, and my eyes peel themselves open. I'm in a crowded room and everything is shaking. People are running over to my bedside gripping my arms. I look down and see my body writhing and convulsing uncontrollablly. My arms are twitching, my body shakes and twists. 
 
 `` This is normal everyone. Stand back! Stand back,'' one of the men gripping my arms is yelling to the crowd. They do n't move an inch. 
 
 The other man holding down my arms shoves a hard bit of plastic between my teeth and my jaw clamps down on it, hard. I'm panicking now, I ca n't breathe! I gasp in huge gulps of air and the yelling man tells the other to `` sip in 7 cc's animorphine, aqueous, no saline''. 
 
 The IV drip next to me whirs and I start to feel calmer now. I get a better look at the men. They're both doctors, and the one on my right is considerably older. He looks about 60, with serious gray eyes and a stiff body type. His hands are sinewy and experienced. The other is much younger, probably in his late 20s. He has intelligence and energy in his movements. The older doctor pulls down his surgical mask and examines me carefully as I lie panting on the hospital bed. The crowd is eerily quiet. 
 
 `` My name is Dr. Fillow. How are you feeling?'' 
 
 My mouth still tastes metallic. Young doctor takes the bit out of my mouth. 
 
 `` What happened? ``, I ask. 
 
 Dr. Fillow glances at young doctor. Then back at me. 
 
 `` You just had a seizure. Your brain is refiring its neurons, doing a systems check, if you will. Can you hear me okay?'' 
 
 I nod. 
 
 `` Alright, good.'' 
 
 Young doctor pulls out a small flashlight from his breast pocket and peers into my eyes and mouth as Dr. Fillow continues to speak. 
 
 `` This is going to come as a shock to you, but for the past 67 days, sir, you've been dead.'' 
 
 I blink. 
 
 `` It's important that you do exactly what we tell you to do. We used a very dangerous experimental technique to get you back, but the ramifications of it are... unknown. I need you --'' 
 
 `` I *died*!'' I panic, tears welling in my eyes. `` Is this a joke. Is this a joke? Why are you doing this?!'' 
 
 `` No, this is real. Everything here is real, and it's going to be alright. This is the first human revival of this kind of all mankind. *You* are the the first.'' 
 
 I feel like I want to cry. Im happy and scared, and confused and my body begins to ache. The crowd in front of me is full of reporters and cameramen, watching closely. They split down the middle and a man in a dark blue suit and red tie hurries into the room. He looks like he's in his 50s and has the smile of a politician. He grips my hand firmly and smiles. 
 
 `` It's good to have you back Mr. President. But we have a situation at the White House, and you're needed as soon as possible.''
