I gave so much of myself to the infection, I always seem to give too much of myself at the onset, until I’m all used up, weak, tired, vulnerable, and alone, until I have nothing left to give, until the fever has subsided and can never again be rekindled, until the wound that once gaped open, festering, pestilent, tender, has sealed over, immune, until the rib that pierced my side is healed, ever stronger, ever harder to break - now that it has known the pain of such a fracture. I will keep these scars as mementos. I think I’m finally come to a realization, that I’ve finally found the elusive, elysian cure within myself. My very blood pulses with it. The antibodies have been cultured. I think I will be okay.