Cough! Cough!

Dr. Charles Gears sighed, Falling backwards into the door behind him

He had been in this restroom for several long minutes now, What was he doing exactly? Vomiting and coughing, To be exact

Ever since he started interacting with someone: You. He had not been the same man.

Gears was very stoic, Which was one of the reasons he was rumored to be a robot, Or to have a mental disorder, But around you, He seemed to shatter.. And show a sweeter side to himself..

It wasn't long till he started coughing up velvet rose petals and blood for some odd reason, And coughing turned to vomiting, Petals turned to flowers

This was the biggest vomiting fit Gears had ever had in his whole life, He was hunched over that damned sink, Just coughing and vomiting, For about half an hour

Charles recoiled, Hitting the restroom door behind him, Falling to the floor and sighing in relief, The sickening nausea and the violent coughing had gotten far too much..

He didn't just think of you as a friend, — No, It was far more than that

He was quite literally obsessed with you, He couldn't stop thinking about you, You became a major thought in his head since his first interaction with you

He had grown obsessed..

Obsession

Something he'd never felt for anyone except his work.. Suddenly, A knock was heard at his front door, Gears turned on the faucet and washed his face, Drinking some water to wash out the taste of blood from his mouth, And putting a mint in his mouth, Leaving his chambers and opening the door to his dormitory, Putting on his usual stoic expression and scarily serious voice

"Hello."