Even if you were the last man on earth ...

Kitty I do n't even know... I ca n't ex... How could this happen to me? Please Kitty, I beg you to just stay. We ca n't be sure, can we? We needed bandages - desperately. Desperate. I'm desperate. I need you. It was dark in that hospital, how could have I known? 
 
 How can you **blame** **me**? 
 
 After all we've been through? I ca n't stop crying. You've resorted me to ricochets of cliques, Kitty. All that I had. All that I held dear to me in this god-forsaken wasteland. 
 
 I wo n't even call it a world. You're my world. And now you're gone. Now my world is gone. Just because of one needle. We needed bandages. One step and you leave me in the night like some sickly child of an embarrassed Queen. My Queen. 
 
 **How** can you blame me? 
 
 It was dark. The incubator? Is that what it was? It looked like a normal case. Just a silver box. Someone could n't have put that there, could they? What if those HIV papers were for... for, something else? Left carelessly by some dolt doctor... How long can it last outside the body? 
 
 How **can** you blame me? 
 
 Do you think there's anyone else out there, Katherine? Because I do n't. And now it will be just you, Katherine. Because I'm dead. Pathetic and crying. After all that I've done for you. Two longs years of starving and scrounging, fighting and fleeing, breaking and bending. All for you. All for us. And we were finally. Finally. Finally. Ready to... what did you call it...? Procreate. To start. To settle. I ca n't cope. ~~I'm just going~~ 
 you insolent. insolent, hag. 
 
 what else can I say? 
 
 How can **you** blame me? 
 
 Goodbye, 
 
 Jack
