My name is Jasmine. On March 21st, 2025, around 2 am, in Columbus, Ohio, my 26-year-old autistic daughter, Malayah, was attacked and stabbed 10 to 12 times by her boyfriend while she was sleeping in bed. She woke up to him stabbing her and fought like hell to get out of the bedroom. After she was able to break free from him and run towards the front door, he then attacked her by the front door. With no clothes or shoes on and slipping in her own blood, she was able to run out the front door and began banging on several neighbors' doors before one angel of a neighbor saw her and called the police. Her boyfriend was apprehended, and when the ambulance arrived, although she lost a lot of blood, Malayah was still alive and able to tell EMS what happened to her. At some point during the brief 5 to 8-minute ambulance ride driving with lights and sirens, my daughter's heart stopped, and the paramedics somehow didn't know and did not administer CPR. It wasn't until she arrived in the ER that they noticed she was unconscious with no pulse. The ER doctors had to give 12 minutes of CPR before she regained a heartbeat. With so much blood loss, she also had to have a blood transfusion and exploratory surgery to ensure none of her vital organs or vessels were damaged. She was stabbed multiple times all over her upper chest, in her back, and in the back of the head. The head wound was so big it required 6 or 7 staples just to close it up. By the grace of God, all 10 to 12 stab wounds did not puncture any vital organs or vessels. Within 2 days, she was off the ventilator. Although in a lot of pain and confused about what even happened to her, she was doing well enough to possibly be released by the end of the week. However, since she was getting better, I voiced my concerns about why the nurses were continuing to give her 30 to 40 different medications, most of which all in one day and most of which seemed very unnecessary. However, I just decided to trust the professionals and let it go. On March 26th, she began to have uncontrollable body movements, blurred vision, extreme confusion, and delirium. By the end of the night, she could no longer hold a conversation that made any sense. The entire night she did not sleep. All she could do was flop around so much that she ripped open her staples in her chest from the exploratory surgery she had on the first night. They still continued giving her all the same medications even after they admitted that the meds were causing these symptoms. As her mother, I was scared, confused, and pleading with the doctors to figure out what was going on. They took her down for a CAT scan to see if she had a stroke or something, but that came back negative. What they did find were a bunch of microbleeds in her brain that weren't there when she was admitted. I then asked the nurses to tell me all of the medications she was being given. After looking into the meds, I found that they were giving her several medications such as opioids, antipsychotics, and blood thinners that could cause the symptoms she was having. As her healthcare power of attorney, I asked them not to give her any unnecessary medications until we found out what was causing her symptoms. The nurse practitioner flat-out told me to my face that I had no right (as her POA) to make decisions for her even though she couldn't even form a thought or a sentence that made any sense. I started asking what I needed to do to get her transported to a different hospital. They told me I would have to pay over $7,000 out of pocket to get her transported from Columbus, Ohio, to Akron, Ohio, where all of her family is. I didn't have the $7k to get her moved. So, I started to record video to send to her dad, who couldn't be there that day because I needed someone else to see it. They told me I was not allowed to record video, so I stopped recording video. Two hours later, the nurse comes in to proceed to give her a medication that I asked her not to give her. Then she goes and gets three security guards and tells them that I am recording video even though I stopped two hours earlier like they asked me to. This was not about the video. It was about me refusing a couple of unnecessary medications on her behalf. One of the security guards approached me and asked me to give him my phone so he could delete the video I took. I refused. Then he said, if you don't let me delete those videos, then you have to leave our hospital and not come back. Due to the fact that I truly believed there was malpractice involved, I refused to delete the video, and they proceeded to kick me out of the hospital in front of my child, who is going through the most traumatic event of her life, making it even worse. By the time I drove the two hours back home, the hospital called me trying to apologize for kicking me out and asked me to come back. But at this point, I was hyperventilating and having panic attacks because of how traumatic this was for me and my child. On April 3rd, 2025, my daughter suffered a second cardiac arrest, and her lungs and kidneys started to fail. She had to be re-intubated and sedated. When I got back to the hospital, my daughter was complaining that her butt hurt. And then I remembered that they are supposed to be turning her every two hours, and I NEVER saw anyone do that the entire time I was there. So I asked the nurses what was being done to prevent bed sores. The nurse told me that she is on a special bed that is designed to prevent bed sores, but little did I know that even with the special bed, they were still required to turn her every two hours, and they did not. The week of April 21st, I found out that she had severe bed sores and continued infections. I started talking to the caseworker who eventually helped me get her transported to an Akron hospital. Within 24 hours of being at the new hospital, her condition started to improve drastically. As of today, May 6th, she remains in the hospital. She just started weaning off the ventilator yesterday, but she still has a trach in her throat because her lungs are still fluid-filled. However, it appears she will be able to get into an inpatient rehab center soon to start learning how to sit up and walk again. She has a very long road to recovery and potentially two or more months before she can go back to living her life. However, her apartment complex just told me they towed her car because it's been sitting too long, and she could lose her apartment and all of her things if we can't get the money to move her. On top of all of that, we are intending to sue certain entities involved in her medical neglect and will need to obtain an attorney who will fight for her. My daughter did her part by fighting off her attacker in her sleep, running to get help, and fighting for her life in the hospital in spite of all of the medical neglect and malpractice. She shouldn't have to fight to regain the life she built for herself because of the man who stabbed her and the people who harmed her. I have NEVER been the type to ask for help, but my baby didn't deserve any of this. And as her mother, I am doing any and all things possible to support her and help her get back her life and the things she worked so hard for. Any donations you give will be greatly appreciated and appropriately used. Malayah didn't deserve any of this, and she needs as much support, compassion, and love as she can get to help her through the long process of healing, recovery, and restoration. Thank you in advance!