Famer's Story-writing debate tournament Round#1 Lannan13 vs. Mouthwash

Typing this with one minute left. Sorry for poor quality.P3.I woke up shackled to my bed with a needle in my wrist. There seemed to be a container with orange liquid across the room, and a wire ran from it into the needle. My hallucinations had largely faded, but I was dizzy enough to throw up and my vision was out of focus and blurry, like I had had a concussion. I then realized that I was being watched."Hello, Jessica." A female's voice, high and frightening.She stepped into my line of sight (for I couldn't seem to move my head much) and looked down at me. I looked back up. This went on for some time. The woman was a skinny, tall redhead with unattractive features and a frightening air about her, like she had a knife waiting to be inserted into your back.She said, "Yesterday you murdered a man." I continued staring. She continued in that oddly high tone, "You have to be restrained until we can figure out what to do with you."I whispered to her, but there was a terrible pain in my throat and I sounded like I was gasping. She leaned closer. "What was that, Jessica?""It was self-defense," I croaked out.She smiled in a way that was worse than a simple denial. "No, Jessica. They were just testing you and you grabbed one and slit his throat with a piece of glass." I shook my head. "No?" she said in a dubious tone. You don't remember how you got the glass? You had been hiding it in your gown for days before using it. You're lying to me, Jessica, and if you lie I can't help you."I shook my head again. This time I couldn't even respond."Now you won't be able to go home for a while. Until you understand what you did you'll be kept safe from harming yourself or others while we keep you here." She paused for a moment before adding, "we care about you, Jessica. All of us, if you believe me or not." This time I tried to spit at her, but I didn't have enough force to launch it the few feet necessary. She ignored it and asked me, "What do you remember from the murder?" I responded, "I told you, I did not murder him." She stood up and said, "I'm sorry, I still haven't introduced myself! "I am Susan Anthony the director of the IOFOT. I ordered you to be brought here, and if you don't cooperate with me you'll end up harming yourself."I raised my eyebrows and said in a still-weak voice, "Stop lying. What do you want from me?" She smiled. "I'm sorry, but if you're not ready to help yourself yet then I'll have to go."She reach up to the vat of orange liquid to give me another dose of sleepers. I quickly said, "Wait, I'll cooperate. He was beating me up, and I was defending myself and...I told her the entire story of what I remembered. She listened and gave me a sad smile, like she knew that I was insane and that my mind had conjured up new memories to defend itself. She didn't seem to realize that my voice was growing stronger and that I was no longer dizzy, but I kept my head on the pillow. After I was done, she reached out and grasped my arm. "You need help, Jessica, but first you need to sleep. I'll see you again in the morning."As her arm slid off and she got up to go, I jumped up and grabbed her neck. Another headache struck and almost made me scream, but I held on. She yelled for help and grabbed my hair to pull me off and a bunch of doctors immediately ran into the room and held me down while more sleepers were pumped into me.She grinned as she rubbed her bleeding neck. "Still dangerous, then, even with the tranquilizer? I didn't even realize you were recovering. Keep up the good work!"I blacked out.