He said the hospital had a strict policy. He told me to try the county hospital forty miles away.
Forty miles. With a child whose skin was sliding off her arms.
I held Mia tighter. I could feel her small body going limp against my chest. Her breathing was barely there.
That’s when the security guard stepped toward us. That’s when the doctor reached for the phone.
I knew right then I had two choices. Watch my daughter die in this lobby. Or do something that would change everything forever.
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