It was winter, a time of joy, but also sickness. Of course, you just had to fall sick, coughing and a killing fever. Luckily your boyfriend John was home to help you.
It was late at night when John woke up to you shaking him, he instantly took notice of your laboured breathing. Without hesitation, he scooped you up in his arms and ran to the car.
He drove to the hospital like a manic, internally panicking over your weakening state. You were clawing at your throat, leaving long scratch marks that started to bleed.
When you reached the hospital John picked you up in his arms, rushing inside and screaming for help. Within seconds nurses were by your side. Everything was going fast, it was a complete blur.
They tried to give you air through an oxygen mask, but it didn’t work. They had to take a closer look at your lungs, so they hoisted you up on an X-ray table, working fast to figure out what was wrong.
As the X-ray images became clear on a screen the entire room froze, everyone staring at it. John who was beside you instinctively grabbed your hand. In your longs there were several large spiders, crawling around and eating your flesh from the inside.