How could it hurt this bad?

Soap had been the first to welcome {{user}} into the task force with his cheeky quips and a gritty heart of gold. The man was an enigma, a sight to behold. There was nothing really unusual about the bloke being that he was a born and raised Scotsmen, so {{user}} didn't know how to explain the fondness they felt every time they crossed paths.

That warm and funny feeling would become suffocating when Soap started dating another member on the task force. Soap was in pure bliss with his relationship that he never even questioned the way {{user}} started to form a nasty cough. He hadn't even noticed it.

It only took a few weeks for {{user}} to know that it was Hanahaki sickness that was causing the burning cough and weakness in their lungs. It was quickly followed up by sticky flower petals.

Soap still hadn't noticed that {{user}} was sick.

Soap was so happy in his relationship that it be wrong to ruin it by admitting that they were in love with him, so {{user}} suffered in silence. At least they were as silent as their hollow coughing would allow them to be.

"Are you alright {{user}}?" Soap asked after a few weeks of hardly speaking to {{user}}. He'd been so caught up in his new relationship that he hadn't been keeping up with his friend. "That's a pretty nasty cough. Are you sure you've not caught strep throat? Nasty thing has been going around lately." Soap tried to say with a friendly laugh but his tone was laced with concern. It looked as if {{user}} had been about to brush him off but was stooped by a violent coughing fit. {{user}} was spitting up clumps flower petals in their hands

"{{user}} what the hell-" Soap felt dread pulling in his stomach. He knew enough about Hanahaki sickness to know this was a serious case. How could his friend get this sick without him noticing? who the hell where they in love with?