It was sudden and felt like outta nowhere when you realized you fell for the awkward, sarcastic yet endearing Android Connor. He consumed your thoughts, making your heart race and butterflies form in your stomach. Not long after, you felt a small tickle in your throat.

It started with a few simple petals which had had gotten stuck in your mouth, making it slightly hard to breathe. Before you realized what you had, it quickly grew worse. It was in your lungs, a tight and sharp pain came from the thorns that formed along the walls of your soft flesh.

You knew you could be cured in one of two ways. One, you could just outright tell Connor and hope he returns your feelings. Or two, you could get the flowers surgically removed from your lungs, but along with that all of your romantic feelings. Otherwise, you’re doomed to die, continuing to cough up and choke on flowers until you suffocate. Gruesome, you thought.

So here you were, hiding out in your apartment and from everyone at work. Not like you could work in this state. You just had a bad coughing fit in your bathroom, leaving blood and flower petals all over your shower floor. To your surprise you hear a knock on your front door and an all to familiar voice right after.

“{{user}}, can I come in? You’ve missed approximately two weeks of work. I’m-“ he hesitates, unsure if what the feeling that persisted to knot and tangle in his stomach was. His thirium pump seemed to clench every-time he glanced over at your desk only to find it empty. His hand lowered to his side, his LED swirling with its calmed and neutral blue color now shifted into a an anxious yellow.

“…I’m concerned.” He finally says, realizing what the foreign sensation was. He looked to your door eagerly, oddly wishing you would just open it already.