Weak

When a person gets sick, the first response typically involves trying to figure out how they got the illness. The blame starts spreading around. Was it that coughing fiend who used the pay phone just before you? Perhaps you should be mad at your friends for handing you their baby. Perhaps getting that girl at the bar to give you a blow job in exchange for your last cigarette wasn't such a good idea. People tend to seek out the source.

I blame myself. My body wasn't strong enough to fight it off. I am weak. I am vulnerable. I am mortal. I will find those responsible for making me feel this way, rip their veins open with my teeth, and blow my nose on the gaping wound.