You watch your friend and would be band mate slowly get better. Her hair grows back lush and full, the hair on her scalp anyway. She leaves the clinic and you keep in touch. She has bought a tambourine and she sings the poems she wrote while in the clinic. They suck. But as least her tambourine playing is up to so so.
Meanwhile you have this pale warty bumpy rash all over your body and you can't keep your food down. Medical Marijuana would help but the republicans pissed on that freedom and you get nothing but toxic pills you can't afford to take the proper amounts of. You slowly dissolve into a complete delirium and you and not hardly able to function at all the last fourteen months of your Life. Finally you die and make history as the first fatal case of the Spieow fungous infection as the stuff came to be named.