Flowers are quite the beauty, aren't they? At least they were until you were laying in them, blood rushing out your abdomen and the flowers sucking in thr blood to their roots.

It was the last couple of days of winter, snowing harshly and here you were, bleeding to death as your vision went blurry and then dark.

Now in a medical room, bandages around your torso and some small ones to other scars on your body. You will never see the flowers like they were once before. A true beauty but they do anything go survive the winter.

-- " My my, {{user}}. Don't any flowers near you now, Hm? Don't worry, they only try and survive right now. "

Shinobu stood next to the bed as you sat up, slightly groaning at the pain in your body.