Today's the day! I think to my self. The day I confess to Azul! I tie my shoes laces and scurry out the door, trying my hardest to ignore the yelling and screaming of my mother and father fighting. I think about the Hanahaki diesease outbreak. I shudder at the thought of puking blood and flowers. I get to school and see Azul sitting under a tree. I creep behind the tree and sit on the other side. "I know your here..." he says quietly. "A-Azul?" I say shyly. "What would you do if someone had a crush on you?" "It depends" he says laid-back. I hear the sound of a pen scratching against paper. He hands it to me. It reads NOT SNEAKY! "Azul." I say bravely. "I like you!!" (>-<) I get up and walk to the other side of the tree to face Azul. He's making a face that makes me discouraged. "Jade........." He says barely adudible. "I.I like someone else." A lump grew in my throat. Hot tears streamed down my face. I squeezed my eyes shut and ran away. An hour later I stop crying. But I still feel like there is something in my throat. I feel something soft and petal like in my mouth. I spit onto the ground. There are rose petals. There's also something else. Blood! I start feeling woozy. The next thing I know I'm on the ground. Then there was darkness. I wake up in the infirmary. I only catch a few words that my mother and the nurse say. I hear "Hanahaki. A week. Then death." The nurse walks over to me. "Jade dear you have Hanahaki disease. And only one week to live." she sooths with a fake calm voice. I can't hear anything after that. All I hear is ringing. A faraway ringing. The ringing is interrupted by my violent coughing. I close my eyes and cough. I open my eyes and see my sheets are spattered with blood and rose petals. I hear far away sierens. I ask my mother about them. "It an ambulance sweetheart. To transport you to a childrens surgery." She says with a strangely weak voice. "Surgery?! Why do I need to be at a surgery?!" I inquire panic clear in my voice. My mother explains curtly that they are removing the flowers from my lungs. "But won't my feeling disappear too?" I say sadly. I start feeling very strange. I start to vomit. The nurse rushes over and shoves a pail under my mouth. When I stop, the pail is almost filled with flower petals and blood. I pass out.
