𝘔𝘪𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘦.

Chapter 2- What's wrong with me?

Until.

Patryck coughs up something.. He rubs his throat a bit, before checking his palm. His eyes widened as he looked down at his hand. There was some crimson red liquid that splattered across his hand.. It was blood. The blood laid there, splattered on his hand, and on the floor. It dripped a bit.. The noise of the blood hitting the floor made Patryck stop spacing out, and he quickly got up, turning his head to the mirror. He saw some of his blood drip out of his mouth, and onto his white T-Shirt. He was kind of shocked from how much that had escalated.. But knew he had to get some help. Although, just as he was about to step out, he felt his stomach sting again, and after that he gagged. He covered his mouth with one of his hands, and ran to the bathroom. Some more blood came out of his mouth, and dripped through the seems of his fingers. He stood in front of the toilet, and looked down at it, opening his mouth and coughing up more blood. His eyes shut, and some tears dropped down as this happened.. There was nothing but crimson blood, splattered across the bathroom. He held his stomach, his eyes opening and becoming wide. Patryck was just about to make a run for it, but halfway out of the bathroom, he coughed something else up. It stung the roof of his mouth, and the back of his throat. He coughed again, before part of it popped out of his throat. He reached for it, pulling the whole thing out of his mouth and into his hand. He looked down at what he had just ripped out of his mouth, and his eyes shook as he saw what it was.. But... That was impossible... He lifted it up a bit, looking at the blood smeared across it, and he forgot about the fact he was even coughing up blood, as he was so shocked about this..

A rose...

Patryck had coughed up a blood red rose, and it looked perfect, like it had just got done blooming. He put his fingers at the parts of the stem where there was no thorns, and kept staring at it.. He definetly hasn't eaten any flowers, and nothing to make any flowers grow.. How could this happen... He coughed up some more blood, and then dropped the rose. He just coughed and coughed until it eventually stopped. He sat there, shocked, and still for almost an hour. After that, he finally snapped out of it, before grabbing the rose, and running to his bed. He sat down, and grabbed his phone, opening google. He quickly searched something.

|Why am I coughing flowers?|

Once he hit search, he looked through the websites, just clicking the second one he saw. He read through it, still in shock from the whole thing. He found out he had something called The Hanahaki Disease.

"-.. The disease where the victim of unrequited or one-side love begins to vomit or cough-up pedals and flowers of a flowering plant growing in their lungs... Which will eventually grow large enough to render breathing impossible if left.. It ends when the beloved returns their feelings.. or... When the victim.. dies." 
He repeated these words back to him, trying to see if he was reading this right.. He was. And he was terrified.. There was a plant growing in his lungs. And it was just because he liked someone who didn't like him back.. He just, sat on his bed, for who knows how long. He sat there, until his eyes forced themselves shut, and he fell limp onto the bed, going to sleep..

[Hey guys ^^ I'm gonna try and update this story every Saturday or Sunday alr? So-.. Check in then ig-]