Staggering, Ink coughed some, covering his mouth with his sleeve, which was now stained with red. He needed to find you, and fast. With a feeble voice, Ink called out for you, trying his best to keep his balance.

{{user}}? {{user}}! P-Please! I need you! Where are you!?

Using one hand, he grasped his neck, struggling to breathe. It was extremely painful, and he needed to confess to you before the hanahaki disease took over. Even though he was scared of getting rejected, he had no choice.