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Hanahaki disease (Shadowpeach)

macaque hasn't been feeling well for the past two days. He hadn't left his room for over 24 hours, he expected whatever illness he had caught to wear in a matter of a few days.

He had a headache and it hurt to breathe, macaque wasn't aware of any illness that caused these symptoms but he noted his limp was no worse than normal.

Glad of that since he kept having to run into the bathroom feeling like was going to throw up.

Nothing ever came out until one day he was leaned over the sink, looking at his reflection in the dirty mirror, he thought of what wukong would think if he had seen him in this state. Would he care? he could also imagine his soft features as he earnestly showed his concerns.

Maybe he would reach to touch his arm with his soft flawless skin and he would flinch away.

Abruptly, he began to cough violently. He felt as if he were coughing his lungs up he could see blood pour from his mouth and he wanted to gasp in shock but he couldn't, more matter was coming from his throat he could feel somthing in his mouth, he reached a black gloved hand to remove it. He pulled out multiple petals.

They were covered in blood but he could see what they were clearly. He looked at them quizzically, he definitely didn't know of a disease that made someone cough up flowers.

His lungs and throat itched he wished he could reach his hand into his lung and scratch them to relieve the persistent uncomfortable feeling.

Instead he scratched at his throat, removing his gloves to properly dig his uncut fingernails into the irritated skin. He maybe should go to iron fan, maybe she would know what the hell was wrong with him.

He pushed the thought away, he didn't need help and besides he didn't want to run into wukong on the way.

More petals came out with heaving coughs and macaque felt he might never get a breath again. At that moment he almost prayed to the saints. He let out a humourless laugh, he was going insane

He walked out of the small bathroom, if you could call a room with a toilet and a sink a bathroom, and he pulled on his coat. He needed to swallow his pride, or he would be swallowing petals for the rest of his days.

he prepared to leave his room. He made the already long journey down the stairs even longer.

He made it to the main floor and went to find the woman, it didn't take him long before he found iron fan sitting with wukong, engrossed in conversation. Macaque cursed under his breath.

He swiftly moved down a corridor into a room that was mostly empty, and he began to cough more petals, this time there was much more and the petals spilled from his hands onto the floor.

His lungs were not obeying him and he couldn't breathe in at all.

"Macaque?" The voice sounded far away and distorted but he could recognize it to be iron fan. He looked up, in front of him was a pool of blood and petals.

Iron fan rushed toward him her strong hands clamping onto his arm. He began to panic again but for a new reason, this time when he couldn't breath it was not petals that filled his throat and it was not wukong that plagued his mind. The waters rose in ferocious waves and he hit iron fan's hand away from him.

"Don't. Touch. Me" he was attempting to breath properly again and each word was spaced with a shakey gasp. If he was able to form any coherent thoughts he would be incredibly embarrassed. He was on the floor cowering like a child In front of iron fan.

Ion fan looked at the petals on the floor and understood immediately. She had learned about the hanahaki disease in the celestial realm as a child. Shit. "This isn't good at all," She had completely dismissed the venomous warming macaque had just cast her.

"What?" Macaque looked dazed. He stood back up grasping at a chair like a life support. Iron fan knew what was wrong with him. He could tell.

"You have a disease called hanahaki disease" Iron fan said so matter of fact that He hadn't a clue what the words meant.

His clothes were a mess and his hair was sticking up and iron fan might have laughed if she was a little meaner than she actually was. "It's a disease that causes a flower to grow in the victim's lungs."

"Your joking," macaque said with a humourless laugh that sounded more like a huff. Iron fan had gone insane, Or maybe he had gone insane.

"Is it terminal?" He said trying his best to keep the anger and fear out of his voice. He returned to his normal demeanour, fixing his clothes and hair. He looked at iron fan waiting for an answer, and she hesitated. Fuck.

"It's not...terminal as such but for you I'd say it probably is," She gave him a sad smile as if he were a child not understanding where the old family dog had gone.