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"Hanahaki. It's a disease caused by unrequited love, wherein flowers grow inside your chest and cover up your respiratory system, making the host cough up petals and blood until you die."

Peter was silent for a moment. He was sitting beside her. Mask in hand, his head hung low, just looking at the pile of petals and blood. Everything was still a blur for him, so he replied with a low tone. "How long have you had this?"

"A few years."

Peter winced at her reply. She had been hiding her disease for years and didn't tell him? Peter tried to remain cool, hoping she could explain more. There had to be a reason why she hid it from him and their friends. Everything she does after all was for a reason. "Why didn't you tell any of us you've had this for so long? We could've helped you."

She sighed. "Peter, even if I told you guys, there's nothing you can do." Even though he couldn't see her face, the sadness was laced in her voice.

"What do you mean that there's nothing we can do? There has to be a cure for that!"

"It's isn't that simple, Peter." She stood up from her bed facing him, making Peter look up at her. "It's either I get surgery or... or my love gets requited. And surgery doesn't always work."

He scoffed, "So you plan on giving up?"

"I'm doing the surgery. Pepper has already talked to Stephen and Christine about it. I'm getting the surgery by the end of the week."

"But you said it yourself that the surgery doesn't always work! Y/n the best chance you have is getting your love requited." As if that wasn't the most obvious answer. Y/n almost laughed, if only he knew. There was a time she did thought of that. Try and come between MJ and Peter to save herself from the heartbreak and the disease. Maybe she could do that? Be selfish for once. After all, all her life she had been used to giving, sharing, putting others before herself. But the little voice at the back of her mind was keeping her from doing so. She couldn't do that to MJ. Most specially, she couldn't do that to Peter. She had always been at the side, watching him pine over MJ ever since she became more open to their little friend group.

"Who is it then? Who did you fall in love with?" his tone was cold, and it chilled Y/n to the bone.

"You knowing who it is won't make a difference. He's already in love with someone else."

"Then maybe he'll listen to reason. Y/n, you're dying!" he stood up, there was a glint of hope in his eyes and Y/n's heart ached. If anything, she didn't want to see that hopeful glint in his eyes. It would only hurt more to tell him the whole truth. "Maybe if me and the others can talk to this guy, we can – "

"Pete."

"—We can try and make him fall in love with you! Then-then you're cured! You'll be back to normal."