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The phone rang. This was in the middle of the night, at 12:25 pm. Wasifa’s breath quickened as she answered the phone. ‘Hello!’ ‘Hi! This is Mirana. Did you hear that Ayman is in the ICU of Midland Hospital?’ ‘No! Oh my God! What happened to him?’ ‘No one knows! I called his home and they said he had fifty-fifty chances. ‘What do you mean? Fifty-fifty chances?’ ‘Well he might live or he might die, fifty percent chance for him to make it through. Mirana’s voice was cold.’ ‘But what is wrong with him?’ Wasifa eagerly awaited her response. ‘I think it’s some kind of virus. It’s killing him bit by bit. All his organs are failing on him.’ ‘I can’t believe it! I just talked to him just last week. He said he was feverish. Anyway thanks for letting me know. I will go see him may be tomorrow.’ ‘No use! They are not letting anyone get inside.’ ‘We will see what we can do. Bye now.’ Wasifa’s throat went dry and there was a knot somewhe