Lams One-Shots

Hanahaki Disease *Drabble*

The Hanahaki Disease is a fictional illness where the patient throws up and coughs flower petals when they suffer from one-sided love. In order to fully recover from the disease, one's love must be fulfilled. You can die from this disease by the flower petals blocking your airways and restricting respiration.

You can die from unrequited love.

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The happiness floated to every inch of the brightly lit room. The laughter echoed down the walls, almost taunting John Laurens. The champagne flowed freely, tipping out of people's glasses as they danced in celebration. 

"Congratulations," John forced out, smiling at his best friend. Alexander Hamilton smiled back, but his smile was genuine. John's heart sunk, as he blinked at Alexander. Then he raised his glass again, turning to the crowd of people. "Congratulations, to Mr. and Mrs. Hamilton. I've known Alexander all my life, he's been my...best friend...through thick and thin.

"When he asked me to be his best man, I was delighted. Because there's nothing more I want to do than support my best friend as he settles for a new chapter in his life, sharing it with a lovely woman, Eliza Schuyler Hamilton. Enjoy your newly founded family and company, Alexander, and may you always be happy and fulfilled. Cheers." John gave one last lingering glance at Alexander, before tilting his head back and chugging the rest of his drink. 

"Alright, now everyone give it up for the Maid of Honor, Angelica Schuyler!" John slurred, stepping off the stage. 

His head was swimming, his heart aching, as he escaped the crowded hall. The corridor was dimly lit, with marble columns lining it. It was decked out with red curtains and a golden carpet that trailed down. John reached a hand towards his chest, clutching his racing heart.

Then the long-awaited tears came to his soft hazel eyes. He sunk down, leaning his back against the pillar. The dull ache in his chest grew to a pain, his gut twisting with nausea. 

His head wasn't just swimming now, it was being flooded and he felt sick. And when he realized that Alexander Hamilton was married, he never felt sicker. 

Then suddenly, he was heaving on the carpet, clutching his burning chest. Gags escaped his parted lips, his eyes wide. It must be the alcohol, were his panicked thoughts, that's why I'm throwing up.

When the nausea finally subsided, John reached down and pulled out a dark red rose. He stared at it, twisting the stem in between his shaking fingers, twirling it so the petals fell off. Hanahaki's disease. 

So that's why I felt so sad, he thought as he grasped the flower in his fist, I'm in love with Alexander Hamilton.

"Figures," John whispered, in between coughs that poured out daisies and tulips, "on the day he gets married."