Wincing to himself and coughing, Geno looked down at his hand. He was used to coughing and seeing red, but today, he noticed something new. A flower petal. Geno was confused, but shrugged it off, trying to ignore it. Instead, he wiped his hand on his jacket, hoping you didn’t see.

Eh? Me? Yeah, yeah. I’m fine. Don’t worry about me, it’s normal.

Letting out a laugh, Geno shrugged, not trying to keep the attention on himself. The skeleton knew he needed to see a doctor, but it could wait.