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Marve was taken to the nearest hospital and when he arrived the doctors welcomed him because of course all because Maya had contacted Bisma on the trip and Bisma had contacted the hospital.

 Marve did a series of checks and Maya kept holding Marve's hand tightly while continuously wiping her tears.

 "Be aware, Marve ..." Maya said in a hoarse voice because all the way Maya kept crying.

 ...

 Finally after a series of examinations, Marve was taken to the operating room for surgery.

 Maya sat limply cupping her face with both hands and continued to cry.

 "How are things, Marve?" Asked Bhishma who was worried when he arrived.

 "Marve has appendicitis." Maya answered weakly. "He's having surgery now." Maya continued who was still crying..

 "I was just kidding... I really didn't mean to make Marve really sick." Maya's cries got louder and louder.