[That would get a laugh, if she could actually voice it.]

I-I can't... I can... barely move... everythin' hurts so bad... n-not even... almost losin' my arm... hurt this bad...

[She doesn't want to pretend to be strong anymore. She can't keep up that facade right now, not when she can feel her human body trying to give in to the plague and submit to death while her demonic traits violently attempts to fight it off.]