Why Aren't I Coughing?||A Prinxiety Fanfic

Petals?

Some people wake up to their mom yelling. Some wake up to the beeps of an alarm. Some may even wake up to the sound of the rooster in their farm! But Virgil.. Virgil woke up to a different sound.

Virgil woke up to the sound of a scream. A girly, high pitched, glass breaking scream. Now, usually Virgil would instantly jump out his bed. But seeing as Logan couldn't catch the spider that appeared in the mond palace out of nowhere, and it was probably now in Roman's room, all Virgil did was groan in annoyance. He pulled his black blanket over his head, trying to ignore both his alarm clock and Roman. 

The screaming stopped. "Thank god." Virgil mumbled, sighing a little as he curled up into a ball in his blanket. "Wake up, Virgil. I think Roman may have lost consciousness." Logan said, popping his head into the dimly lit room. God, can an emo never get some rest around here?

"Good, I swear that guy never sleeps." He's heard the same disney song 20 times in one night! Virgil just wanted to sleep peacefully for one night. "I'm being serious! Help me get him up, this is partially your doing." Logan popped his head out of his room, his footsteps could be heard getting quieter.

Virgil frowned, yawning and getting out of his oh so comfortable bed. He looked in the mirror, looking at his eyebags. He felt like shit. I mean he always felt like shit, but recently he was feeling shittier than average. Was he sick? That'd be impossible, he doesn't get sick. Roman takes on all the viruses most of the time, so Thomas doesn't have to. Plus he would know if he was sick.

Virgil walked out his room, smelling the amazing scent of Patton's cooking. But then he heard Logan calling out his name. Should he help Roman get up? Eat some amazing breakfast? Go back to bed?? Crawl in a hole and die? Or E, all of the above.

Virgile chose A, pouting as he headed for Roman's room. The door was open, and he saw Roman on the floor with a sneaker next to him. Logan was hovering over him, his head tilted. The purple headed boy widened his eyes, "My god. Who faints over such a small thing?" Even Patton wouldn't react this badly.

Virgil hovered over Roman for a couole seconds before, hitting his face lightly. "Oh Princeyyy, wake uppp." Virgil said in a sing-song voice, smiling. "Princey..roMAN!" Virgil raised his voice, annoyed with the prince. Roman's eye opened, seeing Virgil's face so close to his. His tired eyes widened, immediately moving to rhe side. Roman theb sat up, looking at Virgil. "Who wakes up a prince like that?" He asked, offended.

"Apperantly he does." Logan mumbled, getting up and walking out the door. He didn't feel like watching the pair ignore the flirtatious tension they have. Virgil rolled his eyes, looking back at Roman. "Patt made pancakes, so. Might want to hurry."
Damn, not even gonna offer a hand? He just passed out, dude.

Patton grinned, looking at the 3 plates of breakfast. Logan walked into the dining room, smiling ever so slightly at Patton. "Do we still have coffee? I pulled an 'all nighter'." Yay! He used slang correctly! Patton smiled, handing him a cup of coffee."Made it exactly how you like it!! Are Virge and Ro coming?" He asked, adjusting his sweater.

"Most likely, they're probably arguing back and fort- Oh. There they are." Logan looked at the two who just walked in. Roman smiled, "Goodmorning! I hope you all have amazing and productive days to-" Virgil cut him off, "Shut up, I have a migraine." He said, sitting at the table and resting his head on it. Not sick, but Virgil's body was definitely at an all time low.

"Well maybe some pancakes will fix that grumpy attitude of yours!" Patton placed a plate full of food in front of him. Virgil looked at the food, frowning. "Patton, this looks amazing. Im sure it's amazing, but if i eat anything I'm going to have to bolt to he nearest bathroom." He said, coughing. He coughed more. And more. He was almost choking at this point. Roman grew concerned, looking over at Virgil. "Anx? You alright?"

Virgil continued to cough, it felt like he had something stuck in his throat. He grabbed a napkin and finally choked out the..petal. Petals. Multiple small..petals? Petals??  Oh god. Oh. God. His eyed widened, looking at the napkin. He looked up at Roman, who was still worried for the smaller boy. He smiled, "Uh. Yeah. I'm alright. I just, have to.. go to the restroom. Yeah!" Virgil got up from his seat, throwing away the napkin. He walked down the hallways towards yhe restroom, his hand over his throat.

Why the FUCK was he coughing up petals? Virgil's eyes started to water, feeling another petal going up his throat. He ran into the restroom, locking the door behind him. He looked up at the mirror, a tear rolling down his cheek. "Hanahaki." He mumbled, hanging his head down. Hanahaki, a horrible disease really. Although, who would ever guess Virgil was the one who'd get it? Too bad really, I mean it was expected but sad. Who could ever love him? No one. He was bound to die soon. Sad, really.