You can't remember how many days have passed since that night. The disease keep worsening day by day and the only thing you can do is lying on your bed. Mista has been the one helping you to go to the bathroom or helping you with the oxygen.
One time you asked for Fugo, but Mista won't answer it.
Do they know it already? Have Fugo disappointed in you? You can't help but let your thought ran wild as you can't do anything.
This has reached the point where you feel you can die anytime soon.
"[y/n]," Mista opened the door with glass full of water, "Time to drink your medicine."
"Hey, fratello," You smirk weakly at him, "What time is it?"
"It's three now," Mista grab the seat by your bed, "Let's drink the medicine so you can rest."
Mista helped you to sit down by leaning to him. He even held the glass for you so you can just rest easy.
"Hey, Mista,"
"Hm?"
"I missed Fugo," You grabbed Mista's sweater tightly, eyes closed, "I haven't seen him for so long. Is he okay? Does he hates me?"
"What do you like from him, anyway?" Mista embracing you tightly.
"Fugo is kind.., he helped me to learn. His eyes are beautiful too. I love him, Mista," When your hand falls from his sweater, Mista can only bite his lip.
"You don't have to anymore, [y/n]," Mista lifted your body, carrying you like a princess. He kicked the door to go out.
Fugo has been standing there. Hearing the whole conversation.
"Like what you hear, huh?" Mista clicked his tongue, scoffs at Fugo who can't do anything but looking at you.
His chest hurt too.
As he is close to you.
This is his first time seeing you again in almost a month. You become skinnier, paler, yet still beautiful in his eyes.
But everything was his fault.
Fugo followed Mista to the van where everyone been waiting. They have to go fast since you have no much time left.
Bucciarati has been searching for pieces of information about the hanahaki disease. Yesterday, Perocolo introducing him to another elite member of Passione. He was a doctor before joined the organization.
Today they decided to bring you to his laboratory to operate you. Lifting the flower that currently blooming in your lungs.
By the time they arrive, the doctor's assistant immediately brings you to the operating room.
"I'm Cioccolata," The doctor said, "I heard from Pericolo, you must be Bucciarati."
"Yes, I am," Bucciarati stepped out of his gang, "You can lift the flower right?"
"Of course, this is my second time actually," Cioccolata said calmly, "But there are things I have to confirm before operating her."
"What is it?"
"Since it's almost a month already and judging by her appearance, the flower must be almost blooming perfectly. Luckily, it seems that her type doesn't have roots that could break her ribs,"
"What, it could be more terrifying..?" Narancia gasped, hiding behind Abbacchio.
"Yes, yes," Cioccolata nodded, "Anyway, lifting her flower now made the stakes are high. First, the operations could be failed and she died. If she survives, she will lose her memories of her love and unable to love forever."
