Put your hands up! Radio station

8:36am

Mic goes into his room, setting up his radio and coughs a bit of blood but he shrugs it off and starts his radio while thinking of a certain someone, felt some longing but didn’t want to be that shitty person who forces people so he started his radio

“GOOD MORNING MY LISTENERS! How are we doing this morning eh? Well.. today! We are gonna-“ Mic was interrupted when he coughed harshly, making him mute his microphone as he heaved and got onto the ground and coughed up blood and petals, his arms trembling, knocking on deaths door as he fell to the floor, his body shook as he coughed up more blood and petals, the roots that were inside now grew into his throat as he tried to get up and go to the bathroom and get some water and put it down his throat, which forced him to retch it out with more blood and petals, this time adding some spiky roots, he looked to the mirror, he immediately fell down and then with all his strength he pushed himself to the door “Some-one! Help! Please! I don’t want to die- alone! Please! He-lp!” he croaks out, the roots were tearing his vocal chords. He was crying “J-Just tell…{{user}}! I loo….ve..” He trails off, feeling his body feeling cold and painless now “Them..”