I found dozens of tiny red spots on my husband’s back — they looked like insect eggs. Minutes later, the doctor’s face went pale and said, “Call the police. Now.”

Discovering 30 red spots like insect eggs on my husband’s back, I rushed him to the emergency room. The doctor immediately looked at him and said urgently: “Call the police immediately.”

My husband David and I have been married for eight years. We never had much, but our little house in Tennessee was always full of laughter and warmth. David was quiet by nature — the kind of man who came home from work, hugged our daughter, kissed me on the forehead, and never complained about anything.

But a few months ago, I started to notice something was off. He was always tired, his back itched constantly, and he scratched it so much that his shirts were full of tiny lint marks. I thought it was nothing — maybe mosquito bites, or an allergy to the laundry detergent.

Then one morning, while he was sleeping, I lifted his shirt to apply some cream — and froze.

There were small red bumps across his back. At first, there were just a few. But as the days went on, more appeared — dozens of them, grouped together in strange, symmetrical patterns. They looked almost like clusters of insect eggs embedded under his skin.

My heart pounded. Something was terribly wrong.

“David, wake up!” I shook him, panicked. “We need to go to the hospital now!”

He laughed groggily, saying, “Relax, honey, it’s just a rash.”

But I refused to listen. “No,” I said, trembling. “I’ve never seen anything like this. Please, let’s go.”

We rushed to the emergency room at Memphis General Hospital. When the attending physician lifted David’s shirt, his expression instantly changed. The calm, polite doctor suddenly turned pale and shouted to the nurse beside him:

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