Falling Flowers(Grumbo)

Chapter 4

We haven't worked on this one as much so from this point on chapters will be a bit slow, I'm sorry!!

~Pocky

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              Grian could feel the effects of the flowers every waking moment, from the time he woke up to the time he slept. The itch in his throat only grew worse by the day. And soon enough it felt like he was just throwing up flowers instead of coughing them up. He had just talked to Mumbo, the Mustachioed man obviously being the cause of how many flowers he was spitting up into the trash can. He had seen the small flowers everyday since the hospital visit, he couldn't forget the soft blue of forget-me-nots mixed with blood.

He knew he should have been dead, the flowers had basically become too much for his lungs, but for some reason he could still faintly breathe. The hopeful side of him thought maybe his body was giving him time to confess and get his love back, but he knew it was impossible. Mumbo had the surgery, there was no way for him to love Grian.

As the thought entered his head he choked as an influx of flowers invaded his throat once again taking his breath as they seemed to get stuck for a few seconds before more pushed themselves out of his throat and into the trash can along with blood that ran down his chin. He tried to suck in a breath, his minimal lung space making it impossible to get the air he so desperately wanted and needed. Tears stung the corners of his eyes as he sobbed, his knuckles white as he tightly gripped the edge of the garbage can.

He heard someone enter as another round of flowers took away any other chance of breathing. He felt a hand on his back and recognized the coarse but gentle hands of Iskall. He had figured out a few days ago, Grian unable to keep the small blue flowers in as him and Iskall worked on a project together. He didn't want to die, he had never really been suicidal, but he couldn't even bear the thought of forgetting the feelings he had for Mumbo, that would eat at him forever.

"Grian, It's just getting worse, your not even supposed to be alive now, please just get the surgery!" Iskall pleaded, The smaller male could see the tears in his eyes, but he just couldn't.

"Iskall.... I-I can't..." He let out a sob, feeling his throat tickle once more. "I can't b-bear to forget these feelings..." He said voicing his earlier thoughts.

He heard a sniffle from Iskall before he felt arms wrap around his torso. "I love you Grian, You are one of the best friends I've had. I understand, I just wish you'd save yourself....."

"I know... I'm sorry Iskall...."

"I know you are.. It's not your fault.."

Once the flowers stopped leaving his throat he felt exhausted and knew his time would probably be soon. The amount of blood be was losing wasn't healthy, he could only take small little gasps when he breathed and he couldn't even seem to eat much these past few days. Iskall carried him home, he could feel the way Iskall's hands shook and saw the way tears graced his cheeks as he tried to keep his emotions in check. Once they got to his small apartment, not too far from the school, Iskall sat him down in the bed and pressed a glass of cool water to his lips.

He took little sips, his throat soothing and the taste of blood getting washed away. He finished off the glass before leaning against his headboard, his hand shakily reaching into his drawer and bringing out a stack of letters, all beautifully labeled by Grian himself. He looked Iskall in the eyes and relaxed as the taller male nodded.

He tensed up once again as he heard a knock on his door. He moved to stand before Iskall pushed him down back into the bed before standing to answer it himself. He heard the door open and braced himself for who it was.