I found 30 red spots on my husband’s back that looked like insect eggs.
My stomach turned.
“David,” I whispered, shaking him. “Wake up.”
He groaned, still half-asleep. “What’s wrong?”
“Your back,” I stammered, voice trembling. “It’s getting worse. We need to go to the hospital now.”
He chuckled, sitting up groggily. “It’s fine, Liv. Probably a heat rash. You worry too much.”
But one look at my face must’ve told him I wasn’t joking.
Within an hour, we were speeding down the highway to Memphis General Hospital. My heart pounded the entire way, my mind spinning with a hundred terrifying possibilities — infection, parasites, allergic reaction… or worse.
Nothing, though, could have prepared me for what came next.
