Wanting Flowers

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Jeremy Heere was nervous.
Here he was, standing outside Michael's room. Hospital room to be exact. He was afraid that his friend was dying in there, near him that Jeremys last sight of Michael would be him coughing up flowers? Jeremy still didn't understand, what was up with Michael and why he has this.

He gathered up the courage and pushed into the room. Jeremy broke at the sight of Michael. He was there, breathing slowly as flower petals were around him. His eye still had that flower bud in it and now it seems to be another one has grown onto his hand. He felt sad for his weak friend, basically dying in front of him.

He walked up to him and sat down, "Hey bud."

"W-Who is it," Michael asked.

"It's Jer."

"Oh," he coughed petals as he tried reaching for his glasses, having Jeremy put them on his face instead, causing Michael to be startled by the sudden touch.

"Glad you made it," Jer smiled.

"But for how long," Mich responded back.

Jeremy's smile altered a little, before smiling again. He can't be sad around his friend...just in case.

"So what's going on."

"Well I'm stuck in this hospital r-"

"I mean what is going on WITH you," Jeremy interrupted with worried eyes.

"...I have...a disease, a disease that makes me throw, cough, and grow flowers. It's a rare disease that affects a person who can't get what they want. The only way to get rid of it is if they get it or surgically removed. If not they can die from choking or forestation, also known as flowers take over the heart."

"Why don't you get it removed?"

"Because it comes with a price, a price of losing feelings. And I don't want that."

Jeremy watched as his best friend coughed up more flower petals. He couldn't help but to feel pained that his best friend of 12 years was suffering without him, a thing he might die from and never come back. He thought about what happened at the play, what it was about, it was connected to Michael somehow. Then it hit him. Michael is in love...hard. The person who he loves doesn't like him back. Hanahaki's disease.

Jeremy started to have tears fall down his face. He sobbed hard, burying his face into the sheets of Michael's bed as he felt his hand through his curly brown hair.

"What's wrong Her," Michael said softly, his voice hoarse as he began loosing it from the coughing.

"I-I don't want y-you to go. You a-are my Player Two! My s-support, m-my sunshine! I can't see you die s-suffering like this! You need to h-have a full life ."

"It's fine. Nobody would care if I leave any-"

"People would Michael! Your mom's! The gang! Me...I would miss you most of all Michael! I can't watch you suffer like this anymore!"

"They never cared! My mums are never home! The gang hangs out with you more! I'm just a loser! Why is that Jer, why would you care if I left," Michael's voice pitched louder.

"Because I love you!"