.: ~ Petals Dipped in Crimson ~ :. (On Hold/ Being Rewritten)

.: ~ Surgery is an Option ~ :.

.: ~ Kaminari's POV ~ :.

I could feel the flower lodged in my throat. I couldn't breathe, no matter how much I coughed or vomited it wouldn't come out. I couldn't confess, even if I wanted to which I didn't. I blinked trying to clear my vision, it had gotten fuzzy and I saw Shinsou's worried look. 'He's worried about me... sweet. but I really need to stop thinking about him.' I started to cough again, I felt Someone rubbing my back calmly it helped with the pain in my chest as I coughed. I heard Recovery Girl and Aizawa walk in "Shinsou, Did he confess? If so then he should be fi-" Aizawa's voice was interrupted by Shinsou "No... He can't even breathe enough to talk." I smiled, he wasn't wrong. "Well, Surgery may be the only way to save him then." I wanted to protest to Recovery Girl's words but I couldn't. 'I don't want to forget Shinsou! Please! I love you Shinsou! I admit it!' but my words were caught in my throat with the petals and flowers. "Then do it. If it keeps him alive do it." I hear Shinsou say from right behind me. I'm about to protest when I begin coughing, each one shook my body 'it burns' my throat, my lungs, my chest, everything.   "No, I'll be fine" I hear someone say, and my throat begins to burn more. I see everyone stop talking and look at me shocked, my coughing fit had stopped and I slowly come to the realization 'I had spoken.' I manage a smile. This just makes Shinsou look mad "Stop smiling already! You won't be okay!" he snapped, I flinched slightly hearing my own mother's voice but I push it away 'Not now.' "well, he is the patient... Kaminari do you want the surgery...?" Recovery Girl asked. I shook my head "No... I don't want to forget" I really didn't, my throat begins to burn again. Speaking really hurts but I had to endure it, I was still managing a smile. Aizawa was standing behind Shinsou and was holding him close almost as if protecting him. 'I see where Todoroki comes from with this stuff. Shinsou is defiantly the love child of Aizawa' I find myself thinking  "Does it look like he's thinking for the good of himself?? He never has, he has always only thought for the good of others!!" Shinsou was shouting, my chest begins to hurt more 'I love him so damn much...' "Shinsou is right Recovery Girl." Aizawa was saying holding Shinsou more tightly as if struggling. I couldn't really tell. "A good point. Kaminari?" Recovery Girl's voice asked I look at her and find my vision blurring. "Yea?" I manage to say and Shinsou looks like he's about to lash out again. the sight scares me, "Why do you not want to forget? It means you won't be hurting anymore" she continues I glance at Shinsou, "Because it doesn't matter if I can never love again, I'd rather die of heartbreak then never feel love." I answer. 'Only a half lie' I reassure myself "Denki Kaminari!!" I flinch at the sound of my first name 'Please no!' I beg my mind as I struggle to stay in reality now. "We all know better than that!!" Shinsou shouts, his purple eyes were desperate. I find myself looking in them wanting him to hurt less, I suddenly start coughing again 'Impeccable timing huh.' I groan mentally to myself as I bring a hand to my mouth to hopefully stop the petals I know are coming. It doesn't help. Instead I catch the petals blood, and the flower that lands on the top of my hand. I pause, 'The Anemone is the same beautiful color as Shinsou's hair...'  I realize Shinsou is still shouting "I'm sorry..." I hear myself say, I hadn't meant to say it aloud but it was true. I hear silence envelop the room. Shinsou instantly stopped struggling and shouting "what.. do you mean, sorry?" Aizawa asked the question that was probably in everyone's mind. But I could already feel the world fading and I let my eyes drift close. The last thing I hear is Shinsou screaming again "Kaminari!" he sounded distressed this time, I force one last smile. "I love you" I try to say but I'm not sure I actually did.  

Some say when you die you see a blinding light or your life flashes before your eyes, others say that you instead sperate from your body and roam the world as a lost soul.