The speaker describes a terrible episode of physical pain and then waking from it. The first lines make the pain feel almost too big for the word: it "wraps around my brain" and strangles. Then the senses fail one by one. Sound goes muffled, as if underwater, vision disappears, and the body stops obeying. The image of blood dripping "like a faucet" is vivid and unsettling. The poem doesn't say what is happening, but it reads like a seizure, a collapse, or a nightmare of one. That is an inference from the imagery, not something the text states.
The turn comes when the speaker wakes to tears that belong to their love, who holds their head and offers quiet comfort. His crying is for the speaker, not himself, which shows how much he cares. The mood moves from chaos and fear to tenderness, but it never fully relaxes. The poem ends on a single raw cry, "It HURTS," with the capital letters making the final line sound like a plain, helpless truth.