Robbie Kay/Peter Pan Imagines

Imagine#30:Flower Sickness-Peter Pan & Robbie Kay

Seems like there were change of plans,this suddenly popped in my mind so...enjoy...and sorry if it's disappointing..love you all!!😊😊😊😘😘😘😍😍👍🏼

Robbie's P.O.V.

I shot up from my troubled sleep,clenching my bare chest,struggling to breath.Sweat had covered me,and it had stained my bed.I rolled over and fell to the floor,trying to get up and walk.But to crawl is what I could only muster.I entered the bathroom and leaned at the sink for support.I stared back at my bloodshot eyes from the looking glass,my hair a tangling mess.And my face was pale.

Cough.

Not again...

Cough.

I covered my mouth,trying to make it stop.My arms slipped from the sink and I fell to the floor,I groaned.My chest was tightening,showering me with pain.

I stared at my hand,stared at the thing that had came from inside my lungs.

A beautiful red rose.Symbol of love and desire.

It was just last week that I first started coughing red petals,I visited the doctor immediately.I thought it was just a side effect of my broken heart.And I was right.Though it was nothing to be relieved of because it only meant a fate much worse.

Flos imbecillitatem.Or much known to be 'The Flower Sickness'.Something that comes with a broken heart.Curable through surgery.I caught it the exact time that y/n was to leave in two months time.She's going to travel the world with her boyfriend.And before they return,he was going to propose.Though she wasn't aware about the latter.But how did I know?Tch.That's the painful part.His boyfriend,my brother,Peter,personally told me and asked to keep it a secret.

He was going to introduce her to our parents in London before they head straight to France where he'll be asking her hand for marriage.A tear escaped my eyes.How cliche,me living in the shadow of my brother and my best friend,off to get married and pretend that they never knew me in their entire life.

It was still dark when I had left my bed and I stayed at the bathroom til the sun shone.And I was coughing flowers all throughout.Red roses surrounded me,it almost matched my eyes.But under them were dark bags too obvious to ignore.I gathered all the strength I have left and cleaned up myself and the mess I've created.I was going to see an old friend today.

I clumsily chased the pavements til arrived at my favourite coffee shop.I scanned the whole place until I saw a familiar face.I approached him and hoped for some advice.

"Robbie,it's getting worse,"he said.

"You don't think I see that?"I replied a bit rudely.

"Stop being an idiot and take the surgery."

"No,"I retorted,"Never.I love her too much to give it away."

Indeed,the surgery was going to cure me.But it was also going to remove a precious thing,it was going to remove the root of it all.My love for y/n l/n.

It was going to remove the feeling,rob me of the only thing I live for.

"She doesn't love you,Robbie!Give it up or it'll cost you your life,"shouted Sean,"She's already happy with someone else,and if you do love her,you'll let her go.Don't you want to take a shot at your own happiness?Surely there's someone else out there for you."