"It hurts me a lot..."

The usually loud, clear voice broke, gradually becoming hoarse. You can feel how he speaks with effort.

Kazuhirа could no longer smile, and not only smile. It was painful for the man to move, although he tried to squeeze your hand.

The virus evolved quickly. Now it did not capture the vocal cords. It gradually captured the spinal cord, and then the normal brain, turning a person into an animal that seeks to spread the virus.

The doctors tried to at least slow down the infection process. A pathetic attempt to buy time, while they are trying with all their might to find an antidote.

"I don't have long left..." he has been suffering in agony for a couple of days. The lower part of his body was failing, and to be honest, he was very ashamed to show himself in front of you in such a pitiful form. All stuck with catheters, needles that somehow keep him afloat.

"It's not safe for you here... you might get infected..." he quietly begged you, giving up on himself.