🥀Hanahaki illness 🥀

Hanahanki illness

"flowers..?" Three says as I hand him a bowl of flowers.
"I mean.. why not? They smell nice..?" I replied hoping for the best.
"Five these smell like blood..? Where are you getting them..?"
"I can't remember but there's a garden..-"
"Keep them-.. they smell nauseating..!" He barked at me.

Personally I would've at least thrown the flowers away when I wasn't looking but some people don't care what happens. In fact, the reason they smelt like blood was because there was blood on them. I used to rinse off the blood from my flowers and put them in a bowl because there was nothing else I could do. I'd cough up these bloody petals and cry. I knew if I was honest about that he'd say something like how "it was cringe to be a crybaby" or "to go to a doctor" but I honestly didn't want to confirm the truth. I knew I liked three but one day i was clearing my throat and a little petal came up with it. For months I'd repeat the process of this except every time there'd be more petals and more blood.

I knew I messed up when he left because I'd never be cured. More and more flowers. Bowls turned to buckets and my breathing got harder and I felt like I'd die.

About a month ago I was coughing up flowers soaked in my blood until I felt lightheaded. As I was gagging and sobbing  I heard the door open and a loud gasp.

"FIVE- ARE YOU OKAY?!" Two days dropping to their knees next to me seeing if I was okay
I could barely talk without puking up the  floral gorey concoction.
"Mhm-.. cough-"
"Throwing up blood ISNT OKAY-!" Two responds anxiously rubbing my back and helping me up.
"How long have you been like this-?!"
"years I think-.." I moaned back in pain soft enough for them not too hear
"Five-..  that isn't normal.. we have to tell someone.."
"Maybe- I just ate something red..?"
"Are you sure? If not you could be really hurt-.."
"I'm sure-.." I utter back looking at the coral colored flowers glazed over by crimson clots

After that day it stopped. No more trouble breathing. No more buckets full of blood. No more three. Me and two started talking more and becoming really close. Close to the point whereas when they would take breaks from running their show, they would talk to me.

After a month or two of this they finally asked me.

Yes, two, I'd love that..

And here we are now a month of us being together. I was sitting with two talking about how over the top four could be on occasions until I felt funny. My throat felt phlegmy.

"But it's not entirely fours fault for this- ahem- behavior he has his reasons sometimes-" I added.

My heart sank.

When the "phlegm" came up it wasn't normal.
    ......As I spit it out onto my hand I see...
a green petal covered in blood...

       

          ....oh