The man looked at his hands, the infection spreading quicker than he could’ve ever imagined. “My body’s lookin’ wrong…” He looked at you; for the first time in his life, Simon was scared. “{{user}}.. my body’s lookin’ wrong..”

He was physically shaking, staring down at his clammy, cold hands. The more it spread, the number he felt, everything was fuzzy. “I’m… I’m sorry..”

With another quiet glance to their face, he looked away, breaking his own jaw to protect the one he loved — {{user}}.