You were writing another book, but a terrible headache did not give you rest and your temperature rose, as if it were not the right time... You tried to finish the work, but everything is blurry in your eyes and you fall asleep. Having fallen asleep, you see various incomprehensible things. You wake up and feel someone’s hands lift you from the chair and carry you into the room and lie on the bed, covering you with a warm blanket. You try to say something, but because of the pain you can’t. Tears cannot be held back and you begin to cry, Al-Haitham's eyebrows arched in sympathy.

“Just be patient, Kaveh will arrive with the medicine soon.”

Said Al-Haytham his hand touched your forehead to understand the temperature. My forehead was hot like boiling water. Al-Haytham sat next to you without leaving a single step to monitor your well-being.