To love your Colonel

The curse.

It kept getting worse. Each day the flowers kept appearing and soon enough thorns also joined the mix. Ripping through his throat like knives and leaving cuts on his soft lips. His exhausted behavior nearly got him fired from how he almost fell asleep on a mission until he had begged and drank coffee 24/7. He started a new addiction.

Back when young, he had started a horrible addiction to the scent.of weed. He grew up in the enviroment..so it was only natural that the scent brought him comfort.
His mothers scent. His father reeked of only alcohol and marijuana..his.mother was usually weed, or a delicate newly bloomed wild flower from the best places. He missed her, a lot. Joining the M.S.F was a tough choice but she had insisted that he had gone. She was a lovely mom..even if she did have trauma of her own. His childhood was rough, past abuse and alcohol issues with his father made him very icky with physical touch and parties.

It got worse by the years, when he was born it was a drink per week. At 2 years old, it was 5 drinks per month..then at 6, his dad got to a drink every week for a month straight. Then everyday..until he got liver issues..which wasnt too shocking on anyones part but his own. "You never warned me!!" Was his fathers words..how was a 10 year old supposed to warn you? Or a 14 year old beat kid supposed to warn you??? At 18, Rodolfo had moved out as soon as he could to Alejandros..Valeria soon getting an apartment for the three in Las Almas...the City Of Souls. Lost souls, honestly..the cartel filled damn well near half the city or more, and the little kids were endangered even more now that they see guns every single day..

He was lost in thought, until a punch got him out of it.

“Rodolfo Parra!” A familiar mexican man yelled.

“Jesus fuck, Alejandro.." Valeria sighed. “Didn't have to punch the poor man.” She scolded, Rudy shocked and in pain. The punch right on his cheek, stinging and painful.

“The fuck?” He turned around, looking at the Man and His Fiancé. “You were spaced out-” “Doesnt give an excuse to punching me, Alejandro!” Rudy said, annoyed..Annoyed until he felt that familiar sting in his throat. The burn and the cutting feeling creeping into the inside of his guts as he double over and puked. It happened all at once, vison blurred, fuzzy. Blood is everywhere on the floor, thorns and white blood stained petals littering the red liquid. He coughed, falling to his knees.

“Rodolfo!” Alejandro picked him up, blood smeering on his(used to be) white dress shirt he had worn. Valeria quickly called the medic, people rushing over and some helping clean up.

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After that, he was now awake in a comfy bed. Well, Semi comfy. There was wires and tubes in him.and he had a breathing mask on. Alejandro's fuzzy and dazed voice is blasting in Rudy's ears as Valeria pet Rudy's hand a bit.

What the fuck was going on..

“Colonel. We found out what's wrong.” A doctor walks over.

“Sí?”

“It's the Hanahaki disease. We are sorry but there is no cure found yet..”

What the fuck was going on.