DSMP AU Oneshots (angst and comfort)

Hanahaki (FoolSamPonk) (PART 2/ending) (Angst to comfort/fluff)

TW// Blood, choking, mentions of CPR, talk of death

First POV: Foolish POV

Word count: 1396

By the time Ponk showed up, the pins and needles in my chest were steadily growing more and more severe. I heard them puffing as they raced up the stairs to meet me. "Foolish! I'm- I'm coming!"

Ponk found me where I was, leaning heavily against the side of the staircase. Quackity and Fundy were waiting around anxiously.

"You need us to move him somewhere less squishy and more accessible?" Quackity asked.

Much to my dismay, Ponk agreed, but; "Only if he feels comfortable doing so, we don't want to aggravate his condition."

I nodded my consent. Slowly but surely, the three of them hauled me to my feet and assisted me up onto one of the couches on the next floor. A groan was stifled upon lying down, as I fought back another wave of coughing but squeezed my eyes and fists tight instead.

"Foolish? Make sure to breathe." I hadn't registered the fact I'd shut that function off to prevent any more pain, yet reluctantly and slowly, followed their instructions. "Alright, now I'm going to listen to your chest, ok? See if there's an infection or anything."

"There was blood! Before..." Fundy chimed in uneasily, causing Ponk to make a sound of concern.

"Now lean forward and I'll do it from the back, since it's easier that way. Ok, the stethoscope may be cold. Deep breath in... Good... Now out-"

That did it. Coughs racked my body over and over. I clutched and groaned and hacked.

More petals were pushed up to my tongue, which, as I removed them amongst the chaos, didn't go unnoticed this time.

"Are those...? Oh, Foolish..." I could barely make out the utter defeat in Ponk's voice. I would have looked them in the eyes, if I weren't struggling so much to stay conscious and not choke on all the blood and petals. Maybe it was better that way though. "I know what's wrong. Why didn't you say something?"

"You know what this is?" Quackity asked incredulously. "I mean, I know you're meant to - being a doctor, and all - but I've never seen such a thing."

"It's called Hanahaki Disease. I've never witnessed it personally, just heard about it and studied it. It's...a love disease. Roses begin to grow inside the lungs and before you even know it's happening, it gets to a certain stage like this then-"

"Th-Then...wh-at...P...Ponk?" I croaked, gritting my teeth. Wet petals were strewn all over my lap and stuck to my hands.

"You either get that love returned, making it no longer unrequited love: which is the only known cure, or-"

"D...Dea-th? I'd oth-er-wise...die?"

"Yeah, Foolish," he sniffled, "to put it... To put it plainly, you will soon...die."

A heavy silence, broken only by my wheezing, hung over us.

"Well, we need to know who you love then! We- We can fix this!" Fundy piped up excitedly.

I turned forlornly to watch Quackity stare down at his shoes and Ponk look at me guiltily.

"It's... I think I know, don't I?" they mumbled.

There was something about pain and knowing you were sentenced to death which made spilling the secret so much easier. "Y-Yeah. You 'nd...Sam-mie."

"Oh Foolish-" Ponk broke down sobbing into their only hand. Quackity rubbed their back. "I didn't know! We- We didn't know! We were interested in asking you to be our number three in the relationship after we knew it was possible - seeing Karl, 'nd Sap, 'nd Big Q. But by the time we worked up the courage to do so, you began to vanish any time we came near you. We could hardly find you! We... We thought you hated us, so we let it be. We stopped seeing you that way and instead decided to give you all the space you needed. Returned to seeing you as our best friend to make it less awkward for you. But that was only making it worse! Oh, today must have been torture! No wonder why you were so distant and sick. I- Oh, Foolish, I'm so sorry. We ruined this and ruined you."