~❀ Hanahaki disease ❀~ || ~Kaito's POV

{ Part 7 ~ Hanahaki }

I waited there for him to wake up for what seemed like hours, until I felt movement behind me, he's awake!?!

I smiled slightly and turned to face him; Aiko was slowly stirring awake.

"...you awake...?" I sounded concerned, I could hear it in my voice, but I didn't care, I was happier than ever that he was alive, breathing and awake, right here with me.

The only response I got from him was a small moan. The smile faded and I looked over at him more seriously "......talk to me. Are you awake or not??"

"........maybe" he muttered that, but it was enough to make me smile again. I smiled and leaned back on to the couch again; "freaking finally... I honestly thought you were dead for a bit there..." I turned to look at him again, seeing him open his eyes and roll to face the back of the couch, away from me. "...me too..." those two words from him made me shudder, looking at him, shocked. "...." I stayed silent for a bit, shocked, until eventually I reached my hand out to turn his head so he was facing me "...now you're awake, tell me what's going on. I want every. Single. Detail." I looked at him seriously, wanting an awnser, but he avoided me, looking down again "......my throat hurts...I don't wanna talk......"

I let out a sigh, letting go of his face and getting up, "fine, I'll get you a glass of water or sumn'......you're telling me everything after it though..."

"......" he didn't respond, but I knew that he'd end up telling me eventually, I walked off in to the kitchen, recalling where things were from when I used to visit here when we were kids. I grabbed the cup, filled it with water, and then went back to the living room

"yo, I got the water, now drink up and tell me what the hell's going o—" I didn't get to finish that sentence because of the shock I felt when I walked in to the room.

I swore under my breath again, because Aiko had his face buried in to the couch cushion, shivering and jerking forward every now and again. I rushed to his side, rolling him over to face me, only to notice that where his face was before, there was now a massive bloodstain and more of those flower petals. I held the cup in front of him, wrapping his limp hands around it "drink. Now."

He shook his head and then, to my surprise, got up, pushing me aside and rushing back to the bathroom, where he was when I first entered. I followed him, scared and concerned, hoping that he'd be okay "...what the hell's going on......" I mumbled under my breath, scared out of my mind.

To my surprise, he coughed up more and more of those flower petals, blood coming with each and every one of them. Tears filled his eyes and I saw him hunch over, still coughing up more until, at one point, he coughed out a full flower

A full. Fucking. Flower. Covered in his blood, out of his mouth, a full flower

I stared at him in confusion and shock, and he sat upright again, gasping for breath and looking over at me, tears streaming down his face. I walked over to him, offering the water again;

"drink this, if whatever that was is gone, then this should help...." I sighed and looked down as he hesitantly took the cup "...then please tell me what the heck's up with you..." he drank it all and then looked up at me again, wiping the tears from his eyes,

"....h-hanahaki...."

hanahaki?? What the hell does that mean??

"...what?"

"this..." He picked up one of the petals from the floor, looking at it painfully "it's called Hanahaki disease..."