This illness that spreads through my body has drained me of all strength, and I now find myself too weak to get out of bed for several days in a row. The symptoms grow ever more present, and they only intensify my pain.
I feel cold, even as the fever burns within my chest. How am I supposed to live in this in-between state?
This thing wants to devour me, to turn me into a morbid piece of flesh adrift in solitude — yet this heat inside me grows ever stronger and makes beat once more the heart that was about to die.
