Hanahaki ~Phan~

Chapter 10

There was another petal sat on his bed.

The third one in an hour.

It's not like you wouldn't have counted, too, when you had flowers building up inside your lungs like he did.

Phil hadn't attended school the entirety of the next week, coughing up a variety of lilies, daisies, carnations, and more, cozied up in his room.

His parents had left on a business trip that weekend, hoping for some sort of chance at better, higher-up jobs to provide for themselves and their only son. Little did they know that soon, they'd have no son at all.

Phil had stayed curled up on his bed, a terribly intense pain in his chest as he wrote and coughed and repeated the process over and over, even having to toss away sheets he'd nearly finished due to the amount of blood splashed over them.

The fourth in an hour, sat neatly in the pile next to two tulips and a dandelion.

He'd addressed one to his dear parents and another to Dan himself, knowing that he wasn't going to get better and that someone would find him sooner or later. Most likely Dan, since he had a spare key to the Lester's home now that he and Phil had become such good friends.

But, apparently not good enough for Dan to check on him.

He placed them on his bedside table with another cough (the fifth, this time a lovely red rose), folded neatly with pristine, but shakily written letters on the tops; 'Dan' and 'Mum and Dad'.

Two more this time, much bloodier than the rest.