Hanahaki ~Phan~

Chapter 6

Phil looked down in horror at the bloody flower sat in his lap, a string of the red substance hanging from his lip.

That had just come out of his mouth...

From his chest...

In the middle of a cough...

Phil was sure he was dying.

As quickly as he could, he scrambled to toss the supposedly white daisy into the bin in the corner of his room, wiping his mouth onto the sleeve of his jumper and more than likely leaving a stain on the comfy grey material.

He rushed to get his laptop, sitting it down in his lap as he sat himself down on his bed as he quickly turned it on in near panic.

'Flowers coming out of lungs,' he searched, frowning at the results he's gotten; just a bunch of shitty drawings and 'aesthetic' photos from Tumblr along with plenty of shady articles written by people who clearly didn't know as much as they claimed to.

Phil shut his laptop, bringing it up to his chest in an almost protective manner.

He didn't know what was happening to him, but he knew for a fact he couldn't tell anyone else.