Do not sit there, eyes clenched and body tight in fear. Do not stretch your hands out so as to prevent the blow. There's nothing you can do. And the harder you rack your brains trying to find a way to escape it, the more deadly the poison of its bite. Yeah, I know it's scary. Yeah, nobody likes darkness approaching and closing down on them. I know what you are thinking: you must do something, anything, to protect yourself. Yet, it won't do you any good, and you already know. It's happened before. You know the feeling when it stings you. You run around in panic, shaking your legs, but that only makes the disease spread faster. And you already know, too, what you should be doing. What is it they say about encountering wild beasts? Exactly. Stay as still as you might. Don't make a move. Let it come to you and sniff you; let it touch you with its paw to check whether you're alive or dead. Let yourself be one with it for a second. Bullshit. I would run away as speedily as my feet would allow. Just remember that you played that trick before and it worked, you cannot tell how, but it did anyway. So now that this wild beast you call fear is facing you, don't take another step. Remain clam. Breathe. Open your arms. Perhaps it will whisper a couple of wise words in your ear. Chances are it will come so near you, you'll feel like you're dying, and you won't. If you push it away with all your strength, it will turn solid, burden your heart and actually smother everything you have built so far. Whereas if you allow it to pass through you, caress you with its whiskers, it will evaporate sooner or later. You will then look around and won't find it anywhere. You will be able to proceed. You won't lose yourself. So take a deep breath, stand up, stay put.