Hanahaki: Pale Red {Scifell}

Inevitable

Sci pressed his hand against his mouth in utter desperation, his eyes tearing up. Shock and surprise filled his soul. Not here, not NOW. He jumped up knocking his chair over, and making pages fly from the table. Silence entered the buildings critical eyes watched him fly from the table into the bathroom of the Café, the door slamming shut behind him. Noise soon returning to the room. The young adult shut the door of a stall with so much force it rattled on its hinges. Moments later he coughed, blood trailing down from his mouth, a single pale red petal flying from his mouth and landed in his outstretched hands.

"N-no-" He coughed again, more and more petals showing themselves, he could feel them growing and sprouting into his lungs; threatening to suffocate him out of pure vengeance of the one he loved. He bent over in pure hopelessness, trying to wheeze our even a sound, to call to someone. Anyone who could help him, although it was useless. No one could, no one would ever. Blood trickled through his fingers, staining his once was white coat. He had no care for it however, his only concern was living. He knew he didn't have long left, a few days at most. He leaned against the stall door, using it to slide into a sitting position. He brought his knees up to his chest and hugged them, ignoring the blood as it stained his clothing with its red mocking color. His breaths came out slow, ragged. He could feel the roots growing, reaching, chanting for him to die. Tears fell down his face, he covered his mouth with both hands desperate for no one to hear him, sobs raking at his body fiercely. He wanted to lay on the ground, never move and just wait for his inevitable demise. He stifled another sob as the door to the restroom opened, Sci's eyes going wide. He tried to stand up, his arms failing to lift him up. He sat there panting, half way between laying on the floor and sitting. Panic flew through his body, his vision going black. Nonononononono He coughed violently, petals flying from his mouth, blood splattering onto the floor. The dark red contrasting with the light gray, sparkling bright in the overhead lights. He heard a loud gasp as the stall door flew open, someone standing over him with a distraught look to his face. Sci squinted, trying hard to refocus his vision, but all he saw was blur. Sci tried to stand up once more, he'd been caught. No one knew about this. He didn't want anyone to know. The person he loved didn't even know he existed. Tears pricked at his eyes again, holding onto consciousness as best he could. He fell over, his hands sliding out from under him as his head made contact with the cold floor.

Sci could hear a voice. Soft and gruff, speaking to him. He blinked, groggily opening his eyes, focusing where the sound of the voice was coming from. Bright lights from what he assumed a hospital glittered above him. His heart skipped a beat. Then another. He breathed deeply to regain control of his heart, it pumped widely, but almost knowingly. Flush rose on his face, bright red spreading from his neck; visible from under his pale skin. Is was him. The guy whom he'd seen at the café a few weeks ago. The one who he had so hopelessly developed feelings for. The reason he was going through what he was, the flowers, the pain. All of it. Was sitting right next to him. He looked at the other, and felt nothing but compassion and love. A pull. He couldn't resent the other for that, even if it cost him his own life. The other stared back at him, Sci could see confusion all over his face. Sci coughed, covering his mouth with both hands quickly. He didn't know why he was still trying to hide his condition. The person who he never dared tell had seen him at his worst, why did it matter anymore? He brought his hands down, blood glistened against his skin. He looked down at them, lost in a tangle of feelings and thoughts. Why didn't he get help for this sooner? Surgery could fix everything he knew that, but he didn't want to risk actually losing what's could of been something with the other. He closed his eyes, tears threatening to fall. He felt something touching his hands, his eyes flying open. Here, his crush was, wiping the blood off of his hands with a worried look. Sci blushed darker, sinking downwards.

"I'm- Red." Sci kept his gaze down so he only heard Red's voice, he felt something being pushed into his hands. Glasses. Good. He put his glasses on, glad to see any traces of blood was gone.

"S-sci-" He coughed at trying to speak,his throat dry from the lack of use. Red fortunately, had already thought of that and had grabbed a glass of water before hand. Sci nodded in thanks and drank part of it, cringing at how bad his voice had sounded. He even stuttered. He had stopped doing that in high school. He flinched as he felt someone poke his arm, realizing it was of course only Red, so he calmed down.

"Oops sorry," Red scratched the back of his neck nervously, "Lost you for a sec. called your name a few times." Sci smiled nervously,

"S-sorry about that..." Sci looked down, silently cursing himself, a violent cough ripping through his body. Red jumped up in alarm, standing there having no idea how to help. A look of helplessness on his face.
Sci gripped his chest, flower petals flying onto the white bedsheets. Pale red against the brilliant white, blood droplets splattering and staining. Tears fell from Sci's eyes as the coughing subsided. He wanted it to be over. Gone. Done with, and he didn't want to destroy his memories in the process. Best option? Wait till he died. Sci fell back onto a pillow, staring forwards. Red kept trying to ask him questions to no avail. A nurse finally ran in, trying to get him to answer simple diagnostic questions. Sci laid on the bed motionless, his eyes half lidded and glassy.  Unresponsive. He would die alone, and in the worst possible way to. By unrequited love.

Red still stayed there with Sci, sitting next to the bed in a chair trying to get the other to engage in a conversation. Sci stared blankly at the wall, his eyes glazed over. Red sighed glancing around the room. The petals had been swept away into a trash can, and the can had been set in front of Sci. The blood splatters remained on the sheets; however, since Sci refused to respond to anyone. Not even to move. Not to eat or drink.  Red yawned, resting his head in his arms using the bed as a pillow. Red's eyes slipped closed, and soon enough Sci's eyes had drooped closed as well.

A/N
Hello guys! I haven't written anything here in a while so I'm kind of nervous to share this. I'm not sure if the length but I have many ideas. Hope you all enjoy!