Years--I mean, hours later~
Jessica gasped as she sat up, startled by what felt like thousands of fine needles getting drilled into her skull. A hand trembled near her head, but even just the threat of touch seemed to make it worse, so she drew her hand away and brought it down to hover over the invasive IV employed to siphon morphine into her bloodstream. Jarred by the foreign object, Jessica yanked the needle out of her vein, letting it slip between her fingers as she hunched over and tried blinking away the blur. There wasn't a thought present to explain why she'd woken up this way, or even the pieces for her to put together. Only a blank space, and a bad feeling in her gut. Jessica touched her feet to the ground and tried to stand, weak and shaky, as paranoia slithered out of its dark corner and filled up the void in her disoriented mind.