It's okay to exhale  into the air. The disease won't hurt your lungs. 

It will only hurt your head. It starts as a sharp sting,

then a burning so hot you feel you're melting. 

There is rage there, controlling your body. You see red for a moment.

Then you're back in the now, with heavy breaths and a sweat-drenched back. 

"I don't remember doing this," you say. "I was controlled!" 

There is no c u r e.  Sadly, because no one knows what to do.

How do you cure the incurable? You simply treat it until the symptoms are managed. 

Like our world, it is sick, from the outside in, and so we treat and treat with whatever we have. 

But the Kolian, see, cannot be cured. You must learn to live with the disease, or die trying. 

-Patient Zero,

dated March 15th, 2067

A Hymn for the Afflicted