The flowers that come with loving you are suffocating me.

How did we miss the signs?

Notes: POV SWITCH FOR THIS CHAPTER!!! Also, sry for not updating... I've been feeling real depressed and forgot to update *cries*

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As Wilbur was driving home from band practice, he felt sudden dread and anxiety, but he couldn't quite figure out why.

"Hmm..." He brushed it off and believed it to be a symptom of being tired.

He pulled into the driveway and parked, noticing that Phil and Techno were leaning against their cars, talking and laughing.

Wilbur got out of his car and walked up to them.

"What's going on?" Wilbur smiles as he joins them.

"Oh, nothing," Phil says, smiling back, "We're just talking about how Techno here," Phil gestures to the other man, "Thinks that some of the members of his team are, and I quote 'shit,'" He says, putting quotations around the words with his fingers.

"They are!" Techno throws his head back and groans, "They can't even get their stance right, and I've told them multiple times how to do it!" He throws his hands up.

Wilbur laughs, "Seems like you've picked up Tommy's bad habit of complaining."

"Fuck off," Techno rolls his eyes.

"And his swearing," Wilbur smiles mischievously.

Wilbur walks past them to the front door, and the other men follow.

The whole time they walked, Techno was still complaining about fencing, and when Wilbur opened the door, they all were dying of laughter.

"It's not funny!" Techno said, trying to hide his smile.

As they made their way through the living room, Wilbur felt that same dread and anxiety flow throughout his body, "Hey, where's Tommy?" He said as he looked around the room.

"I don't know," Techno also looks around, "He usually comes downstairs to greet us if it's not too late in the day," he frowns.

"Yeah, it's only mid-day, so he should be down by now," Phil furrows his eyebrows, "Maybe he's still sleeping?"

"Hmm, maybe," Wilbur shrugs, "I'll go check on him."

As Wilbur was walking up the stairs and down the hallway, his anxiety got worse and worse.

"Hey, Tommy?" He knocked on the door, "Are you asleep?"

Wilbur expected some kind of response, maybe even a few curses thrown at him for waking the boy up, but he was greeted with silence.

"I'm coming in, okay?" Wilbur said and began opening his door.

His heart dropped, and he screamed when he saw the scene before him.

"Tommy!" He yelled out and ran to where the youngest was.

Wilbur could hear running coming toward where he was, but he was too busy focusing on what was in front of him.

Tommy was lying on the floor, curled up with blood and flowers surrounding him.

And there was so much fucking blood.

Before he knew it, Phil had run into the room and held Tommy closely. He had wrapped the boy's body around his arms.

Techno took in the sight and went rigid.

Thankfully, Phil was always logical in situations involving injuries, so he started yelling out orders, "Wilbur! Call the ambulance now!"

Wilbur pulled himself off the floor as quickly as possible and started dialing the number.

Techno couldn't move. He knew what this was.

He had read about it when he was younger.

Phil looked up at Techno, and as if he knew what the pink-haired man was thinking, he asked, "Techno! What's happening? I know you know what this is just by your face!" Phil said desperately as he cradled Tommy into his chest.

"It's–" Techno mutters fearfully, "I–"

"Techno! Please!" Phil exclaimed.

Techno sobered up after that and yelled with wide eyes, "It's Hanahaki disease!"

"What the fuck is that?!" Wilbur said hastily with confusion.

"Hanahaki, a disease where the victim coughs up flower petals when they suffer from one-sided love!" Techno said with terrified eyes, "I thought it was only in fiction!"

"How do we fix it!" Phil asked desperately.

"It ends when the beloved returns their feelings or when the victim dies!" Techo yells.

"Who's the reason for this shit!" Wilbur says angrily, "Who doesn't love Tommy back!"

Phil paused, and his heart sank.

"It's– It's us. Isn't it? Tommy doesn't think we love him back," Phil says with a devastating tone and begins crying.

Right at that moment, Tommy let out a raspy breath and opened his eyes.

"Hey, guys," Tommy says, wheezing.

"Tommy!" All three men yelled. Techno and Wilbur fell to the floor, crowding around him.

"I– I think I'm dying," Tommy tried to laugh, but it came out with a hard cough.

"No, no– No! You're going to be okay!" Phil's voice wavered as it broke with sobs.

Tommy looked up at all three men, "I love you guys so fucking much," He said with a pained smile, then his eyes slowly closed.

"We love you, Tommy! You mean so much to us!" Wilbur wraps his arms around Tommy, mimicking Phil.

"I'm so sorry," Phil chokes out.

"Tommy... Don't leave us," Techno says softly with so much pain in his eyes, "I don't know what I would do without you."

Amidst the wailing sirens in the background, sweet "I love you" is whispered into his hair.

And the grip on Tommy's lungs loosens.