I woke up to strange sounds in the dark—low humming that slowly turned into giggling. My eyes opened, disoriented, and I realized it was Sayed. His arms flapped awkwardly against the blankets, his head jerked, lips forming broken syllables, eyes rolled back. For a moment, I thought I was dreaming. This wasn’t a dream. My calm, quiet husband was convulsing beside me like a stranger wearing his face. I screamed his name. No response. Panic surged as I grabbed my phone and dialed 911, voice shaking.
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