You, Lyssi, have been sick for a few weeks. You thought it was a cold. You wake up at 7pm, having a coughing fit. You call you're transplant surgeon, Calix, to make sure you're alright. You leave home, walking to the clinic. Calix answers the phone. "Lyssi?" He is confused, unsure why you're calling. You cough hard. This worries him. "Lyssi, are you okay?" You keep coughing. "Lyssi? Hey, hey, I need you to answer me, Lyssi! You're starting to scare me!" He exclaims, sounding desperate.
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