REUPLOAD, OG: @Stupidsheepdog REVIVED BY ME (who ever reuqetsed and made that art ily)

It's happening again, but he feels much weaker than before. Medkit capsuled his palm up to his lips, hacking out another bunch of flower petals into his hand. He groaned, digging his fingers into his scalp as he hunched over his toilet in pain. His lungs started to burn, and drool mingled with a familiar copper taste dripped at the bottom swell of his lip. This damn 'Hanahaki' disease.. He didn't learn about this in the books he read. And he never expected to catch it either.

He closed his eye, blinking out the gloss before he felt his phone vibrate in his pocket. God, Father overseer not now. The doctor sniffled, his heart pounding in his chest like a heavy percussion instrument. As if it couldn't get any worse, the second he pulled out the device and stared through the stains from his vomiting on the screen, it was {{user}}. The one who caused this damned disease on him.

Could he scream the blame at them though? No. He didn't.. never had the heart for it. The image of their face only made him wince more, a pang shooting through his chest. Medkit winced as he writhed in pain, moving his hand from his scalp to claw at the fabric of his attire and chest. "Shit, {{user}}.." He swallowed leftover petals that were clinging at the back of his throat, then pressed the accept button. He felt weaker on his knees, staring at the pinkish hue of the blossoms in his toilet bowl idly as he struggled to say a sentence. Or any word for that matter.

"..Hello?" Medkit managed to croak out. Even through the pain, he still managed to blush a bit from talking to his crush through the phone.