Falling Flowers(Grumbo)

Chapter 1

Hi! Its Pocky!  This is a joint book between me @PockyPika and @julie33612 I will write in Grian's perspective while she writes in Mumbo's. I hope you enjoy the fruits of our labor <3

-If you can guess the flowers in the picture above you get..... something, you decide and I'll deliver!!

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Chapter 1

The first day the disease showed up was a Saturday morning, the sun was high in the sky and the mustached figure was talking to his best friend on the phone. It was then he coughed up the first petal of many.

He paid no mind to it at first, it might have gotten caught in his throat a while ago and he didn't realize, but the petals kept coming. He hung up quickly, running to the bathroom as he coughed up an entire bouquet's worth of petals and blood. Groaning, he decided that it might be worth to look this up.

"Hanahaki" he muttered the word that came up on the screen. It formed from one-sided love. He realized immediately what it meant. He had a crush on them for a while, but he didn't realize this would happen.

His phone suddenly vibrated, a text message popped up on the screen from Grian. "Mumbo?? How come you hung up??"

Mumbo gave a light sigh, picking up the phone to write a quick excuse, before setting down the phone.

The sound of Mumbo's alarm forced him from his sleep, the annoying noise quickly turned off as he got up, getting ready quickly.

He went downstairs, eating breakfast quickly before packing up and getting into his good old camper van, it wasn't the most reliable, but he still loved the light blue classic.

He arrived at school right on time, heading inside to see his long time best friend, and crush, Grian. Grian gave a smile, waving him over.

"Hey Mumbo! Got here later than usual" Grian teased, elbowing mumbo lightly.

"Traffic and all... sorry" he responded, before his throat tightened. Mumbo stopped in his tracks, holding his throat as his lungs filled with flowers. He started to panic, unable to breathe as he double-downed on himself, flowers and blood spilling from his mouth as he coughed and coughed. The flowers just kept on coming.

Before he knew it, he was in the nurse's office, and then the hospital. He was hooked up to a ventilator, the flowers still moving up his throat, threatening to spill once again. His mom was called, her worried expression doing more than enough damage to his heart.

"Sweetie, why hadn't you told me?" she asked, she tried to sound mad, but a mother's worry laced her voice as she placed a hand where my lungs were. My chest moving up and down roughly.

Mumbo finally noticed Grian standing in the corner, clearly worried. "Are you okay, Mumbo?" he questioned, going to stand next to Mumbo's mom.

Mumbo tried to answer, but he couldn't speak. He decided to just nod, putting his hand on his mom's to try and reassure her.

"Excuse me..." someone chimed in, everyone turning their attention to the nurse. "We've got some bad news..."