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

Two

I don't want to see black anymore.

Phil awoke in his bed. He had no memory of anything that happened the previous day. He rose from his bed and went to fetch a glass of water.

"Phil! I'm so glad you're up. Why didn't you tell us you were sick?" Chris said, relief in his voice. Dan stood next to him, pouring milk into his cereal.

"It's been going on for awhile, I'm surprised you guys haven't noticed yet." Phil replied, filling his Mickey Mouse glass with tap water.

Before he could even take a sip, he felt a petal emerging from his lungs. He dropped the mug, leaving it to shatter on the ground as he rushed to the washroom. Chris was left to clean up the shards of Mickey and his friend while Dan told him to stay where he was as he snuck into the bathroom behind Phil. 

He leaped into the shower and hid himself behind the curtains, peeking out from the side where he saw Phil, bent over the toilet, pulling a couple of daisy petals from his throat. They were stained from Phil's blood, their natural white being darkened to more of a salmon-pink. Dan tugged on the shower curtains only to cause the rod holding them up to fall on his head. Dan fucked up. He tried to make his escape to the door, but he knew he was far too late.

"Dan! What are you doing in here?!"