Patient Zero
3:05am
2nd December 2019
Journal,
It is such a struggle to write this. Machines are breathing for me and my body aches so much that even holding this pen takes as much strength as lifting up a boulder. I must inform you that I feel as though I am on deaths door. My mother always told me to stay positive, even in really bad situations, but I do not see a way out of this.
My temperature keeps fluctuating. One minute I am drenched with sweat and the next I am convulsing from the shivers. Talking makes my throat burn and my lungs writhe with pain. I cannot remember a time when my head did not hurt.
The doctors have been telling me that my symptoms are very similar to SARS. They believe that this is a new type of coronavirus. It comes from bats. I do not think that I would have consumed bat soup at the market last month if I knew it would come to this. I have already infected four patients and an extra twenty or thirty have been admitted with similar symptoms.
Guilt and sorrow is all I feel. Maybe it would be better if I just wasn't here.
Goodbye,
Wang Yong
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