when someone is sick, their body gets feverish, their body tries to purge the sickness from them, forcing it out until they get better, or die my body is fighting an infection inside my brain. there is no fever no chills, no shaking. the only way to see the infection is to wait wait until it gets so bad that it starts showing up on your body in the form of red lines or dark bruises, there is no beating this infection. it is in every atom of my being, i have to learn to live with it or die from it. and sometimes my body just gets too weak to keep fighting i think that it is the end, that there will be no more sickness. but i claw my way back up, to just above the surface, breathing in the air, and making sure that i am still fighting. i am still alive.