Arny and Danny Imagines

Petals

A/N: Angst and Mentions of blood. I'm also working on researching Hanahaki disease so I tried to keep this story mildly vague. Enjoy!

Danny's POV:

April 17

They were blue today, couldn't tell you the name of the flower. It hurts. We've been friends since we were kids, I don't understand...why won't you see me? I want to believe that one day you'll see me the way I see you. We have so much in common. We used to have so many late night talks, so many nights where it's just the two of us. It makes so much sense but...you're with him. I could never do that to you. I can't stand seeing you cry and I'm too much of a coward to confess. Maybe this is my punishment for waiting too long...

I walked towards our table. We used to walk together, before you got with him, but those days were over. Now you sat, holding his hand, surrounded by the others, laughing and smiling without a care in the world, forgetting that I exist. I thought about just turning around, entering school without even approaching the table, until you saw me out of the corner of your eye and gave me a wide smile.

I gave you a weak smile, turning my head, holding my finger up and giving you a 'wait' signal as I hid my face. I coughed until it came up, spitting up the petals. Purple today...huh. I quickly shoved them in my pocket before walking over to the table, walking towards the opposite end from where you sat, looking up to see Emma, your best friend, give me a sad smile. She was the only one who knew, the only one who ever cared to notice.

You, however, didn't. I was used to it at this point, and with the rest of the group being so distracted, Emma leaned over.

"How is it today? Any better?" I shook my head weakly, my throat still burning.

"Worse. I can feel the roots starting to grow." My voice sounded hoarse. Emma turned towards her bag, grabbing a bottle of water that she now carried on her at all times, just for me. I smiled gratefully and took a small drink, sighing at the slight relief that it provided.

"Oh! Hey Danny, we're all going to a party tomorrow night, are you gonna join us?" You asked excitedly. I noticed the slight glimmer of hope in your eyes and I almost hated you for it. You obviously didn't care if you couldn't see my ashen skin, the coughing, the fact that I was growing weaker, the constant skipped school days because of appointments...but I couldn't...I could never hate you.

"Sorry. Too much schoolwork to catch up on." One of her friends snickered as she frowned.

"Told you he'd say no. He's no fun to hang around anymore." Emma gritted her teeth as I just hung my head, pulling out my book and turning to a random page as you told her to shut up. I smiled a little. Despite the fact that you didn't know what had happened to me, you still stood up for me.

Uh oh.

I began to cough. Violently. Emma patted my back as I turned away from everyone. I hid my face and felt a sharp pain digging into my lungs, feeling the petals blocking my airways. I couldn't breathe. I forced myself to gag, eyes overflowing with tears as I tried to push out something. I held out my hands as 3 bloody petals fell into them. Panting, I shoved them in my pockets and wiped my mouth with my sleeves. Ignoring everyone's cries, "Oh my god, Danny are you okay?" "What's wrong?" "Do we need to call somebody?" I quickly shoved my book into my bag and ran in the direction of the classroom, clutching my chest tightly.

I could hear them calling after me, but I couldn't bear to see the look on Emma's, or your, face. I quickly dialed my doctor's number, knowing he'd answer.

"Yes Danny, what is it?"

"The roots are officially in my lungs." I choked out, still trying to get my breath back. I blinked trying to clear my vision on my way to the classroom as I heard my doctor sigh.