“I Was Strapped to a Backboard After a Crash — My Mom Only Wanted a $4,200 Transfer”

My chest burned with every breath I tried to take, a deep ache radiating from what I would later learn were three broken ribs. Blood pooled sticky and warm in my hair on one side. My left shoulder throbbed with a hot, electric pain that made me nauseous.

But worse than any of that was the fear. The all-consuming terror about my baby.

I was twenty-three continue reading …