All we can hope now is that the spider eggs in her lungs will kill her on the way out. For weeks, strange things had been happening to her. She had been coughing up strange, slimy cocoons, and her body had become increasingly frail and weak.
No one knew what was wrong with her, and no one had a cure. She was fading away, and there seemed to be no hope.
Then, one night, she started to convulse. Her body shook and quivered, and soon she was coughing up more of the slimy cocoons. We rushed her to the hospital, but it was too late.
As the doctors examined her, they found that her lungs were filled with thousands of small, white spider eggs. They had hatched inside her, and were slowly killing her from the inside out.
We watched in horror as she died, her body wracked with pain. We had no way of knowing what had caused this, but we knew that it was too late. We had failed her, and all we could do now was hope that the spider eggs in her lungs would be her salvation.