|| "Dead roses" || Hanahaki Kyle AU || South Park || Angst :D ||

~Chapter 3~

"Hanahaki?.."
TWS: Blood, gore

Kyle's POV:

I woke up to the smell of sizzling bacons in the morning. I groaned, rubbing my eyes and got up. Feeling a little tad dizzy, I stumbled into my bathroom, and yelped as I felt a very sharp pain sting from my lungs. My throat and my throat burns as I felt something pushed it's way out of my throat.

"Agh-" I tried to yell, as blood drips down my chin. My eyes were watery and I tried to breath. I coughed as I felt rose petals coming out of my mouth.

"Mmmph- not again.." I mumbled, "Last night wasn't a dream.." 4 rose petals gently fell down to the sink, all of them bloody. "What's causing this to happen?!" I said, angrily as I wiped the blood dripping from my chin.

I feel so pathetic.. like there's nothing I could do to stop this..

I sighed wearily as I cleaned my messy, blood-stained sink. I flush the rose petals down the toilet, I don't want to see them again. I brush my teeth, to get rid of the blod and took a quick shower, I tried to ignore the uneasy feeling as I changed into my usual clothes. Black T-shirt, orange jacket, green jeans, green gloves and if course, my green Ushanka to keep my hair out of the way.

I silently walk downstairs, mom was sitting in the living room, I didn't want to tell her what happened last night and risk getting sent to a doctor and most likely a mental hospital, so I quickly walked into the kitchen without saying a word.

I saw Ike, eating his cereal. He turned to look at me.

Oh shit. My throat is hurting, so much..

"Good morning, bubby!" Ike smiled cheerfully.

"Oh.. g-good morning Ike-" I covered my mouth to prevent a cough. "You okay?" Ike sked, worriedly, I nodded, "J-just tired.." I said, as I felt my the pain in my throat worsens.

"So.. Do you wanna have breakfast together?" Ike asked, hopeful. "Mmph-.. U-uh.. No t-thanks, I'm busy-" I felt the petals stuck on my throat, "I've g-got something t-to d-do at school.. Can you tell mom f-for me? T-thanks.." I croaked, "B-bye-" I grabbed my bag which was next to the kitchen counter and quickly ran out the door.

Oh shit, oh shit.

I made sure my house was out of view before stumbling down to my knees and coughing violently. I spitted out the rose petals, along with a lot of blood. "Ack-" I groaned and stare at the floor, there were now 5 rose petals on the ground. Blood splats on the floor, I wipe the blood from my mouth and stood up shakily, I need to find Kenny and tell him about this.

The flower petals are increasing by number each time I cough and at an alarming rate, and I'm starting to get nauseous.

I arrived at the bus stop and saw Kenny anxiously playing with his fingers. He must've been waiting for me cause when he saw me he lit up with worry and relief. "Kenny- It happened again-" I started, panicking.

I stopped, I felt my breathing tighten as I felt petals spilling out of my mouth. I tried to calm myself down by breathing in and out but I choked on a petal and started to cough even more. My head is spinning, my ears are ringing and my eyes blurred with tears as I desperately try to cough out whatever was in my throat.

I spitted out 8 petals on the ground, just as I thought I was done, a pain different from the petals inflicted my throat. I tried to cough it out and it fell on the floor

A rose bud.

Kenny stiffens as he saw the rose bud fell out of my mouth along with a few more petals.

"Holy shit.. It's getting worse?!" I heard Kenny mumbled, "It's only day 2.."

I finally felt the pain stop and massaged my throat, "What do you mean?-" I croaked.

"Kyle, listen to me. I did some research last night, I searched up why you coughed out petals.. And I found out you have.. Hanahaki.." He said, trembling. "H-Huh? What does that mean?-" I let out a violent cough.

"It's a consequence of when you love someone deeply but that someone doesn't love you back the same way you do," Kenny explained, "Roots will grow from your lungs and you'll cough out flowers. Petals are the first stage, but as your feelings grow stronger, you'll gradually cough out flower buds, thorns, leaves and whole roses.." Kenny said, seriously, "You like Stan.. right? Well.. He's dating Wendy so.."

"B-but.. It isn't h-harmful, r-right?" I croaked weakly as I felt more pain in my throat, "I won't d-die.. right?"

Kenny looks at me sadly, and I understood, "No.. I c-can't die! Aren't there cures?!"

"There are."

I lit up.

"The first method is through surgery, they'll remove the roots from your lungs so you won't cough out anymore petals, but there's a 50/50 chance that you won't survive the surgery.. and it's very expensive.." Kenny said, "But.. if it is a success, you'll forget all about Stan."

I went stiff, "The other way?."

"You get Stan to like you back the same way, it's harder, you'll need to get Stan to say 'I love you' and mean it and if you do eventually get Stan to like you back, you'll need to cough out the roots yourself, the process is long and painful as you'll need to push the roots from your lungs out, you might die from this as well..." Kenny explained.

"S-so.. I could d-die either way?" I said, quietly, slumping. Kenny nodded.

"And you only have 3 weeks to live.."

Authors note:
OMG THIS CAME OUT QUICKER THAN I EXPECTED, wdy think? Do you think Kyle will take surgery or use the other way? It's up to you for now.. I hope you enjoyed reading this and have a swell day/afternoon/evening/night!

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