"Hi Naomi...my name's Ivy." The nurse spoke. I nodded slowly and sat on the gurney, unsure of my surroundings. I let out a shaken breath as she continued to talk.
"This is very hard for me to say but...you have something in your body that may or may not be curable." Ivy murmured. I nodded slowly.
But she smiled brightly, setting her clipboard down.
"How about we decorate this boring room? What's your favorite color?" She asked. I shrugged. "A sky blue would look nice right? And a fluffy carpet there....and some pictures there...." she murmured, looked into around and pointing to certain spots.
"You're nice." I blurted out. She grinned. "I try to be..." she said.
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"Isn't my disease the thing you get from unrequited love?" I asked. Ivy nodded. "Then why do I have it?" I asked. She sighed. "Dunno kiddo. It's somehow genetically modified to your system and somehow created it just like it is. It's mutated." Ivy said.
....
The next hour I was terrified.
Ivy called more people to my room to operate on me or something.
Why? Because they found wilting petals in the bathroom. I swear those weren't from me....I think.
....
"Look and listen. We're gonna put you to sleep for a few hours ok?" A man asked. I didn't move. He put this mask from a CPAP on my mouth and somehow...I was asleep.
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I woke up again.
It was the next day already.
Ivy came inside with my dad, pointing to different sectors of the room.
"All on her own...she chose these designs on her own..." Ivy smiled. He nodded slowly, brushing back his blue wisps of hair. I didn't talk. Only breathed. Barley moved. Only breathed.
I had bandages on me. I had these weird things on me. I hated them. I wanted to go home. Oh yeah I am home. I wanted to be in my own room!
....
"Feeling better...?" Dad asked. I shook my head no. He sighed. "I know it hurts but deal with it for now. This is only the beginning. Your father dealt with the same thing." He said.
"Lair." I murmured. His eyes narrowed at me. "You lied to me...you said this wasn't going to hurt....it hurts like hell..." I whimpered. "I know it does but listen to me-" he stopped.
"You're a lair and I hate you!" I yelled.
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(Bianca)
"Why can't you tell them...?" I asked, laying my head on Adams' shoulder. "Because you should..." he murmured, kissing the top of my head.
"What's up and what's wrong?" Max asked, leaning forward in his chair.
I sighed in deeply.
"I swear if it's some messed up shit that has to do with your sister then I'm done." Dad spoke, ruff,I guess up his purple hair.
"You guys ready to be grandparents...?" I asked with a smile.
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I did that.
Yes I did.
They would make great parents.
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Hanahaki Disease
ПриключенияIt's better if you read the story rather than me explaining it, but...here's a teaser to it. Thorns are sharp Petals are soft I'm in between Nobody knows who I am... They call me hanahaki.... Because of my disease. I was born with it. My sister do...
