One shots? {Jamilton}

Weddings {Jamilton} | Part 2 |

section 2
30: " So that's it? It's over? "

this is for RebelTiger im sorry that you didnt get the jamilams you wanted...yeah...im srry (this is loooong over due btw and im srry for that)

this is part 2 to my other one shot called weddings...

hope you like it!

(animatic by szin)
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~Alex POV~

~Time skip to a year after the wedding~

I sat in front of the toilet, my arms clutching the edge for dear life. My knuckles had turned white, and I was shaking from head to toe. I was able to take a few deep breaths before I felt my body start to vomit again.

White roses and a few other colors of flowers poured from my mouth. Some flowers were stained with blood. After I stopped vomiting, I stared at the blood swirling in the water. Blood had only started to appear in the flowers two months ago.

Guessing from experience with my mother, I had only two months left. Two months left until I had to make my decision.

Die or take the precedure and live an empty life.

As my breathing began to steady, I forced myself onto my feet and flushed the toilet. As if I was in a trance, I watched the beautiful flowers wash away and disappear.

I leaned over the sink and washed my face and hands. As I dried my face, I stared at myself in the mirror. After every vomiting session, I always seemed pale and drained of life.

It had been almost a year since the wedding and I hadnt gotten better. I didnt expect to. Everytime I vomited, there always seemed to be more and more flowers.

Everytime I vomited, I was reminded of a love that could never be returned. Thomas. I was reminded of the fact that he could never love me the same way that I loved him. That was what pained me the most. Not the fact that my life was in jeopardy. It was the fact that Thomas would never be able to reciprocate the feelings that I felt for him.

I knew that I could have just taken the procedure to cure myself. But I didnt want to live an empty and emotionless life. That terrified me as well. I had a few co-workers that had received the procedure. They didnt seem happy nor did they seem sad. They were just there. Always doing work, always having a neutral look on their face. Always the same every single day.

I still hadnt told anyone of my disease. They never seemed to notice when I would suddenly dash to the bathroom, covering my mouth to conceal the petals.

I always tried to act normal around Thomas but being around him only caused the vomiting to be worse.

I lifted my head and realized that I had been standing in front of the mirror, deep in thought. A few minutes must have gone by. Lately, this had been happening to me more frequently.

I walked over to my room and flopped down onto my bed. As I pulled the covers over myself, I sighed. Everything felt sluggish, as if someone had slowed down time just a little bit. I closed my eyes and waited for dreamless sleep to take me.

~time skip a month later~

As I stumbled around my apartment, grasping blindly for my phone, flowers seemed to pour endlessly from my mouth. There were so many of them. The flowers seemed to be everywhere, blocking my vision. I could barely speak or breathe, tears were streaming down my face from the pain in my jaw. I had been throwing up flowers for the past two hours and it didnt seem to be getting any better.

I could only imagine what I looked like right now, a wreck. (same tho) Whenever I closed my eyes, all I could picture was my mother, beautifully tragic flowers pouring out of her mouth as she took her last, wheezing breaths. Right now, I must have looked just like her.

I had finally given up on the idea of love. It wasnt worth it. If it made you suffer like this, it wasnt worth it. The risk was greater than the reward. There was no use in trying to pursue a love that could not be saved.

Suddenly, I stumbled into something. Guessing from the fabric, it was my couch. I leaned over the arm rest and felt around for my phone. There were too many flowers in my vision for my to get a clear view of my apartment. I finally felt the cool screen of my phone, and I picked it up.

I punched in 911, (dont question it. i know hes half blind right now from the flowers but i couldn't find a way around the loop hole) and waited for someone to pick up.

"911, what is your emergency?" a calm voice said from the phone.

I tried to articulate and be as clear as possible, but the flowers coming from my mouth were preventing me from doing that.

"I have the hanahaki disease...please...i cant" I stumbled through my words, trying to find something to say, thankfully, the woman seemed to understand immeadiately.

"Ok, sir, I have your address please wait. An ambulance should arrive soon."

(i dont know if thats how actual 911 calls go)

I could feel myself growing faint, from the lack of enough oxygen. My vision started to grow dark as I began to choke on the amount of flowers in my mouth. I could feel the petals blocking my nose and lungs. My lungs burned for some fresh air.

I gasped repeatedly before I collapsed, blacking out completely.

~Time skip~

I softly groaned as my eyes fluttered open, revealing a very white, colorless room. Besides for the soft beeps of the heart monitor near me, there was no other noise. It was silent.

My mind was a little foggy as I tried to recall the events that happened before. As I tried to remember, a man walked in. I was guessing that it was the doctor.

"Ah, Mr. Hamilton. You are awake. You are you feeling?" he asked in a soft, calm voice as he walked over to check the machines.

"Good, I guess," I said in a raspy voice that surprised me a little.

"Thats good. Your voice might be a little hoarse for the next few hours. Thats a side effect of the procedure," He said and smiled softly. "You'll be able to leave the hospital in a few hours after we give you a quick check up."

The procedure? Was I cured now? No more flowers?

"So that's it?" I asked in disbelief. "It's over?"

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dont worry...theres a part three coming....

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