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

my hand. “We know, Harie. They’re going to ultrasound you as soon as we get you stabilized. Try to stay still for me, okay?”

Then my phone started ringing.

The tinny chime cut through the chaos, insistent and familiar. Sarah glanced at the screen where it lay on a tray beside my head. “Do you want me to answer? It says ‘Mom.’”

Of course it was. My mother’s continue reading …