Miramar Martinez

I recall some of the workers from the shop sitting me down in the chair as I was waiting for help, but I was losing this battle.

I saw my life flash before me.

and slowly began to think this was the end for me.

And before losing consciousness, the next thing I remember is the EMT putting me on a stretcher, taking me to the hospital.

At the hospital, I remember seeing multiple agents standing around, watching me be treated for my wounds.

My arms, legs, and chest were all wrapped in bandages.

I had seven bullet holes in my body.

I remember the agents rushing the nurses to finish up so they could take me with them.

I still felt dizzy.

I was not able to fully process what had happened to me.

After being at the hospital for less than three hours,

She talks about being escorted out through the back in a wheelchair and how one of the agents took photographs of her.

After being at the hospital for less than three hours, I was discharged from the hospital and took custody of the FBI.

As we left the hospital, I was escorted out through the back in a wheelchair.

I observed over dozens of border patrol agents waiting outside the hospital.

One of the agents came up to me with his cell phone and took a photograph of me.

It was the same agent who had previously kept coming in and out of my room, and I had to repeatedly tell him to leave.

I told him I did not consent for him to photograph me, but he did not care.

It still haunts me that this agent has my photo on his phone.

Was this the agent that shot me?