"Let me out of here."  I yell, while fighting the nurse in my manic state as she tries to give me some medicine in a blue bottle.

Looking up at her, I could swear that she looks like the red-haired woman but older, with grey hair.  I try to sit up, but they have me tied down with leather straps for a 72-hour involuntary psychiatric hold.  The room I am in is stark, white and the lights are those big round operating room lights that hurt my eyes when I look up at them.

Trying ...