My hands are clammy and my face is flushed. My knees are weak and my perspiration persists. My heart is racing and my eyes are bloodshot. It seems I caught the bug.
I lie in bed in disbelief. I swear I was so careful this time. I look for a remedy, but now it's much too late. It seems I've caught the worst of illnesses. A terminal illness which time doesn't always guarantee a cure.
I cry out in desperation. The pain causes me to tear. I fear for my life and clutch on to my pillow. I can't muster the strength to get out of bed. How much longer do I have?

It seems I've fallen in love.