Enda Broadstone

“Over the next twelve hours John Sawtelle’s body surrendered to what would later be called a cytokine storm. Certain tissues, in a panic, vomited indiscriminate gouts of alarm chemicals into his bloodstream. Other tissues, seeing this, concluded that the apocalypse was nigh. His organs, once a friendly federation, turned into a collection of survivalist encampments. Hunter cells appeared. Spongey bodies. They hunted and sponged anything remotely resembling a virus or bacterium. Then they attacked each other. Then they attacked the organs that had released them: lungs, heart, brain, marrow, follicular melanocytes. Every cell was guilty until proven innocent. Every cell gave up the names of other suspects.”
― David Wroblewski, Familiaris