I woke up to the strangest sound—low humming, then giggling. At first, I thought I was dreaming, but then I turned and saw my husband, Sayed, lying beside me, eyes half-closed, flapping his arms like a child pretending to fly.

My heart stopped.

“Sayed?” I whispered, shaking him gently. No response. The giggling turned to incoherent mumbling.

I jumped out of bed and called 911 with shaking hands. Minutes later, paramedics were rushing him into an ambulance, lights flashing.

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