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> hanahaki disease

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"I don't know what to do George!"

Dream dramatically paces the room, flinging his arms around and shaking his head with every word, as if it will help convert his point.

George just sighs and rolls his eyes at the male, opting to just lie on the couch and watch him pace up and down the room.

"I can't help you if I don't know what's wrong Dream." George deadpans, causing the other ones pacing to halt slightly, before resuming.

"But George!" Dream whines before walking over and draping himself over the arm of the couch next to the British male.

George looks away, pretending to be annoyed, trying to take his mind off the male next to him and the scratching in his throat.

"Just tell me!" George says, causing Dream to let out a hearty laugh at his friends annoyance, only making George feel more uncomfortable with the thorns climbing their way up his throat.

"I like someone!" Dream suddenly says, causing George to stop and turn, not opening his mouth in fear of the flowers that might be tempted to fall to the floor.

"W-who?" George sits tensely and nervously, his stuttered words leaving the room in silence as he awaits the next words that Dream will say.

The blond man jury's glances around, avoiding the blue eyes of George as he nervously answers the question.

"You don't know them."

Dream laughs and George smiles, giving Dream a thumbs up even though he feed like he is going to die, mentally and physically.

The flowers feel as if they are ripping apart his throat, which they most likely are, and his heart feels as if it has just been ripped out and stepped on.

"I have to go now!" Dream quickly waved goodbye to George and runs out of the room, George doesn't know why he wants to leave so badly though.

George feels a wave of pain and nausea take over him, and he can't even stand up and run to the bathroom before his legs collapse under him and he falls to the floor.

A feeling that has caused him so much pain so many times washes over him once more, as he starts to violently cough.

First, blood comes out of his mouth, splattering the carpet with the red liquid. Then the petals start to come. Dark red stained petals of a flower start to be hacked up with his coughs.

They make a sickening splat noise when they hit the floor, but it doesn't stop there, George scrunches the rug up in his hands, trying to steady himself with these ongoing waves upon waves of pain.

He lets out a scream when a particularly painful flower stem is coughed up, the thorns tearing his throat and gums as he spits it onto the floor.

Finally, the storm seemed to have passed, as George lies there, his mouth stained with blood and flower petals, matching the floor beside him.

Why does this happen to me?

Tears start to fall from his eyes, mixing into the blood on his face and causing light streaks to contrast the bright  blood.