My Sickness

It is outrageous how contagious she made this. Can't take this, she gave this dangerous disease on this occasion...

Slumped like sickle cell, quick I fell, sick as hell. I flipped the cell, quick to tell the ambulance my situation...

Now I clutch and moan, stuck at home, much alone. They hung up the phone; in stuck-up tone said:
"We don't treat broken-hearted patients".