|Hanahaki flowers: an smg34 story|

6-Persistence

A DAMN UPDATE?! AGAIN?!
Ah shit short chapter.
Tysm so my girly pop on discord who helped me write this and shoved motivation down my throat/pos

Normal hanahaki tws you know the drill.

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I arrived and burst through the door and the bathroom door aswell, I unfortunately saw what I had expected to see... Smg3 passed out near the sink with blood pouring from his mouth and some flowers twirling with the blood in the sink.
Luigi was standing aside, with a very worried look on his face.

"Is everything okay?!" I said while glancing over to Smg3.
"He looks pale, but he has-a pulse." Luigi reassured.
I take a sigh of a bit of relief, but I try to wake Smg3 up in any way I can...I even smacked him in a panic then apologized to his unconscious body..

By this time, Eggdog and Terrance ran over and hugged him, while I was trying to awaken Smg3, a tired, scraggly groan came from Smg3 and I felt a little hope.
I shook Smg3's body a bit more and I saw his eyelids open up a bit.
"DUDE, WAKE UP!" I felt a mix of anger and sadness running through my brain, but my voice just came out like I was on the verge of tears. Then Smg3 finally spoke a bit.
"4..?" I knew I could fix this, I just had to stay away-

"Please.. stay." Why did he ask me to stay? I didn't want to interrupt his love and get him even more sick.
"STAY?! I literally keep leaving because I don't want to get you MORE SICK!,!" I screamed in tears as his eyes looked at me.
"Just stay here and I'll get better.." Smg3 attempted to get up, and I helped him up by holding him up. Eggdog and Terrence clicked and barked.
"Do you want me to rest with you? It's the least I can do.." I said, wiping my tears off that got caught in my scarf.
"That'll be fine..4." Smg3 said through a raspy voice followed by a cough.

Luigi looked terrified so he just retreated and I helped 3 up and slung his hand over my shoulder then started walking towards my room

"3...your health is getting so much worse...." I shamefully said

"I know.." 3 said followed with a cough

I practically kicked the door open, I set smg3 on my bed, put a bucket by my bed and started pacing in worry

"4...*cough* please relax..." smg3 said with worry in his scratchy voice

"HOW CAN I RELAX IF YOUR DYING?!" I boomed out

"How are you gonna relax pissed off like that?" Smg3 remarked back

"I can't calm down if your fucking dying on me..." my voice quieted

"I'll be fine four-" smg3 tried to say before a horrible coughing fit cut him off, blood streaming out of his mouth

"We don't know that....."

"Your right, we don't, but you'll be must fine without- me-" smg3 started into a coughing fit again.

He pulled the bucket to him, full on roses coming out of his mouth along with tons of blood, once he set the bucket down he looked really pale

"Rest 3..." I mumbled

He seemingly followed as he got on his side and tried to sleep...it was...the middle of the day....but a nap wouldn't hurt.

I took what was reasonable to be off, off and awkwardly laid down next to 3, he snuggled into me, I closed my eyes and let the darkness pull me to sleep.