I unlatched the safety belt, crawled out the window, and climbed up the hill. A middle-aged man and woman stood at the top of the hill. They each grabbed one of my wrists and helped me cross over the low barbed wire fence onto the highway shoulder. I struggled to break free but they wouldn’t release me. They were smiling. I yelled toward traffic and a woman stopped. She tried to help but was told to leave.
Strapped down to a stretcher— against my will —arms, legs, and neck immobilized. I gazed at the sky and didn’t answer questions.
The ambulance doors closed. Alone with the EMT, she said: “You’re not cooperating.”