Eiffel loses time to the pain - he doesn't know how much, and he's not sure he wants to, just that at some point between the waves of pain and the breathless choking around it, the muscle spasms cause him to flail hard enough that the taser finally breaks contact with his skin, and he goes limp.

Then there's a ragged gasp, as his body remembers how to breathe, and he curls up on his side in a trembling mess as he chokes and coughs violently, smelling like smoke and literal shit and everything hurts.

No rest for the wicked, though. He's still shaking uncontrollably, he almost fumbles his communicator completely as he drags it out of his pocket and up to his face, and chokes his way through a very important call.