Hanahaki Disease Story Line(T'chalcon)

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Sorry this took so long but my laptop broke and my mum's phone broke so we've been sharing mine so I haven't had a lot of chance to write but I have just now. I made it two parts instead of three so enjoy.

Sam sat in his house, fiddling with the remote as he let out a huge sigh. He had tried so many times to confess his feelings to T'Challa but failed every time. He so desperately wanted the other male to love him but knew that wouldn't happen.

He kept fiddling with the remote when he started to feel a tickling feeling in his throat. He started to cough as he felt the tickling in his throat rise. He coughed some more as blood dripped from his mouth.

A flower soon followed as it landed on the ground. Sam looked at the rose in horror. He knew exactly what this meant. It was the hanahaki Disease. Sam stared at the flower in shock and fear. He got up off the ground and went to the bathroom, checking his mouth in the mirror.

Sam noticed a cut in the upper part of his mouth as he caught the metallic taste of blood. "Damm it" he hissed under his breath, grabbing a tissue and dabbing it on his upper lip.

He then walked back into the living room, staring down at the rose. He picked it up and walked to the bin, dumping it in there. He went back to the couch and sat there.

Sam picked up the TV remote again and turned the TV off. He wasn't in the mood to watch anything right now. All he wanted to do was think.

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Sam walked into the library, dumping himself down at one of the computers. Pulling up a new tab, he typed up the hanahaki disease. A lot of options popped up, most of which were fanfics but after going over 7 links that led to fanfics, he found a site with actual data on it.

He read over the article and felt a lump form in his throat. He read over the sentence that made his heart stop again. 'After the person coughs up 11 flowers, they will have 24 hours to live before they cough up a 12 flower, followed by the previous 11, causing that person to die from lack of air' he read in his head.

Sam quickly closed the tab and logged off the computer, he headed out of the library, hoping not to run into Steve or someone else. To his horror, he ran into the one person he didn't want to see at this point in time, T'Challa.

"Hello there Sam" he greeted, standing in front of him. "What are you doing here?" Sam asked, averting eye contact. "I'm here on important business but I'm free for a couple hours so I thought I'd come find you so we could hang out. We are friends after all" he explained.

Sam felt the tickle of a flower on his throat as he tried to not cough it up in front of T'Challa. "That's a nice offer but.... I'm kinda busy" Sam replied, walking away from the king. T'challa blinked in confusion at the fellow males actions since normally he would jump on hanging out with the cat loving male.

Sam ran to a place that was hidden from civilians before coughing up the flower that had lingered in his mouth. He didn't even bother to look at the flower, instead picking it up with his eyes closed and dropping it in a nearby bin.

He then headed home, opening his door and locking it so no one could wander in. He then flopped down on his bed, his face sinking into his pillow. "What should I do?" he whispered.

To be continued...

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