An African man walks into a US hospital with feverish symptoms...

Once he makes it past the sliding doors in his dashiki, he asks the receptionist, "Which doctor gave me ebola?"

The woman's face pales, her hands begin to quiver, and she dials the phone rapidly.

After a proper diagnosis is made by medical officials, he is rushed into a secure room in a secluded area of the hospital. Several doctors enter the room wearing hazmat suits.

Once the doors are sealed shut, the man screams in a thick African accent, "Which doctor gave me ebola!?"

The frightened and slightly confused doctors strap the man down to a hospital bed. The ebola patient jerks around in the bed screaming, "Which doctor gave me ebola!?"

Shocked and mortified by the possibility of the virus spreading through the hospital staff, the hospital administrator orders the premises to be quarantined. Top-notch ebola experts are brought in to question the man.

Determined to find the source of the illness, the African ebola patient is interrogated for several hours by the experts, but his response to every question is, "Which doctor gave me ebola!?" The man flails and kicks about in frustration and anger, and the medical staff become more impatient.

After several days pass, the ebola experts finally lose their patience and give up. The man is left alone in the room in critical condition.

Another day passes, and an African nurse walks in to check up on the man. The ebola patient is dying, and he can barely speak. He reaches out and grasps the nurse's hand with a soft touch.

With his final breath, he whispers softly.

"Witchdoctor... gave me... ebola..."