i can't breathe // hanahaki disease // phanfiction

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Oh but how I wish I could breathe. Instead, my roommate, Daniel James Howell, has planted an entire garden in my lungs. In order for me to survive, I must destroy this garden by choking it up.

If only he could find it somewhere within himself to love me so I could be cured.

"Phil? You've been in the bathroom for an awful long time.. better not have a chick I don't know about in there," Chris said, chuckling at his crude joke.

Phil wiped the blood and flower remains from his chin. 

"O-Oh yeah.. I'm fine.." he said between alarmingly violent coughs.

Dan and Chris are Phil's roommates, but he refuses to tell anyone about his disease.

"Hey, do you guys wanna watch this movie with me? It's called Final Destination.. looks pretty scary,"  Dan called to the boys from the lounge.

"One second," cried Chris with heavy concern in his voice.

Dan walked up the stairs, detecting the hoarseness of Chris's voice. 

"What's going on?"

"Phil won't come out of the bathroom."

"Phil?"  Dan called through the door.

The only sounds that could be heard in return were coughing and hacking. Phil had locked the door, and they couldn't afford to knock it down. Phil had never coughed up more than a flower's worth of petals in an hour, but entire blossoms are dropping from his mouth. Once he finally felt like he wouldn't choke up another perennial, he flushed them down the toilet and washed the remains from his face. He opened the door and was greeted with the faces of his roommates.

"I'm fine, don't worry."  Phil said, as if nothing happened.

Phil felt light headed, maybe he lost too much blood. His vision went fuzzy as he plummeted down the stairs. He saw two figures running towards him, then everything cut to black.