My Favorite Flower-An SMG34 Fan-fiction

Chapter 2-Blood on the floor

TW—Vomiting, Blood

Another meeting today. Great. SMG3 woke up and sat on the edge of his bed. He rubbed his eyes as he glanced at Egg-Dog, who was sleeping on the dog-bed next to him. He felt a little sick from last night's events. Puking petals up? That's definitely not normal. He felt a rumble in his stomach, and it hurt a lot more than last night.

SMG3 rushed to the bathroom, and immediately started to puke up more blood. It was a disgusting sight, that's for sure. He rubbed his teary eyes, and they fluttered open, horrified at the sight of blood and even bigger rose petals. He wanted to puke even more. There was one thought in his mind. What the fuck.

He felt nauseous, cold and sweaty. Whatever it was that he was feeling, he wanted it to stop right now. This was fucking horrible. He had no idea why this was happening. He felt dizzy, and he fell to the bathroom floor, leaving him unconscious. Egg-Dog immediately rushed to his side to try and wake him up. Nothing worked. He needed help.

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There was a sudden buzzing sound. SMG3's phone. SMG3 groaned as he got up. His mouth was covered in blood, and the scent of rose haunted him. He crawled to his room to pick up the phone.
"Hello..?"
"Hey, SMG3. It's SMG4. You missed the meeting. Where are you?"
"Oh I'm sorry I was taking a nap...must've slept through my alarms...y'know?" He had to make up a great excuse on the spot.
"..Okay...just try to be on time next time please..."
"Yeah yeah okay. Bye." SMG3 hung up the phone, and he threw it onto his bed as he buried his face into the floor. Egg-Dog wagged his tail as he walked around SMG3 happily. It didn't help the fact that SMG3 was in a horrible mental condition, and his health wasn't all that great, either. He had to figure out what was going on with him, and how he could hide this from the others.

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   SMG4 and the rest of the crew sat down at the meeting table. One empty seat. SMG3 wasn't here. SMG4 groaned as he picked up his phone, but then SMG3 burst through the door, causing the casts eyes to be on him once more.
   "...Sorry I'm late. Dead memes are getting harder to take care of..." SMG3 said as he brushed off a rose petal from his sweater. They all shrugged as SMG4 placed his phone down. SMG3 sat down as SMG4 continued to eye him weirdly.

    "Anyways, I was thinking some sort of celebration for all your guys' hard work, eh?" SMG4 said while putting his arms on the table. "It'd be a nice break from the usual things we go through 24/7..." he eyed Mario.
   "Wait...you aren't saying you guys are tired of Mario...right?" Mario asked while pushing his two fingers together.

    "I think so, Mario." SMG3 said while rolling his eyes.
  "SMG3 is correct. Every day, you always somehow screw up our day, getting us into cosmic trouble! If it weren't for MAR10 Day, I'd-" SMG3 grabbed SMG4's arm, but quickly shoved SMG3's hand away with force. "SMG3, I tell Mario what I want. He can take it." SMG4 said with a slight tone of anger in his voice, although, slight may have been an understatement.

   "SMG4 maybe let's not-"
     "SHUT IT, TARI!" SMG4 yelled out angrily. Everyone else started to yell out. Even SMG3, which wasn't the wisest option. His throat started to hurt, then his stomach, then his head. What the hell.

  SMG3 slammed the table in pain, making SMG4 flinch.
    "SMG3! What's your deal lately?!" SMG4 called out with a loud voice. SMG3 didn't respond. He just stared at the table with shaky breath. Blood then started to drip from his mouth. Slowly, down his chin, to his neck. He felt nauseous. Sick. Tired. The crew watched as SMG3 fell to the floor.

   "...What the hell just happened?!" Mario yelled out.
  "Shh." SMG4 shushed Mario as he looked at SMG3 with fearful eyes. "Screw what happened earlier. We need to help SMG3 get back to normal."

   "Has he always been in this condition?" Meggy asked while crouching next to him.
  "No...I don't know, but this isn't like him. We need to clean this blood off..." SMG4 said nervously. He really hoped SMG3 would be okay. Sure, these things happen but...never to SMG3. Something was clearly going on behind the scenes, and SMG4 didn't know how to fix it.

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  SMG3 woke up in a cold sweat a few hours later, and SMG4 sat next to him.
    "Holy shit...where am I.."
  "The castle?" SMG4 put one hand on SMG3's back. "Don't worry, Three. It'll be okay."

   "We really are worried for you. What's going on?" SMG4 looked at SMG3.
   "I'm not sure...and I'm not sure how to fix it. I'm probably just sick, though."
     "SMG3, you are not just sick. You are super sick and you are in need of help. What's happening?"
  "I don't really wanna share, especially since you might get sick because of me. I have no idea if I'm contagious." SMG3 held his arms to keep himself warm.

   "Are you saying  that you are going to isolate yourself just to keep us safe?" SMG4 asked with a slight frown on his face.

     "To keep you safe..." SMG3 mumbled under his breath.

   "What was that?"
     "NOTHING! Baka! Stay out of my business!" SMG3 crossed his arms as he stuck his tongue out. SMG4 frowned again.

    "I wanna help, SMG3. Even if I get sick." He placed his hand on SMG3's to try and comfort him. SMG3 blushed slightly as he sighed.
     "I don't know if my...sickness is curable, SMG4."
   "We have to try something!" SMG4 said in a more positive tone. "I won't just let you die from this!" He said in a louder voice to make sure SMG3 could hear him.
    "I appreciate your help, I really do, but this kind of thing isn't easy to fix."
  "We fought a literal god. I'm sure one little sickness won't be that hard to cure." SMG4 smiled. "I'm sure it won't be hard...right?"