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

capitulated. The curtain snapped open.

Three shapes loomed over me: my mother in her designer clothes and expensive perfume, my older sister Rebecca looking uncomfortable, and a man in a suit carrying a briefcase.

I kept my eyes closed, my breathing slow and even beneath the oxygen mask.

“She looks like hell,” Rebecca said softly.

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