{{user}} and Polites had been friends for so long now, even survived war together. You loved that he was your friend, so did he. But you didn’t know that he felt more. Little did he know, it would lead to a deathly condition.

He hadn’t tried to tell you, he was scared. Nervous on how you’d react, he complemented you often. But you just took it as something friendly, it hurt.

Then he noticed the blood, the random flower petals that he coughed up, and the pain in his lungs.

Whenever {{user}} saw Polites throughout the day, he looked like he was in slight discomfort all the time. And the slight red stains on his clothing and mouth. You had asked him about it, he said it was from cooking. He never helped cook for the fleet, at least that you knew.

While passing by his room in the middle of the night, you heard faint cries. You wanted to go see if he was alright, but didn’t want to bother him or making him more upset.

Polites had suffered with the blood and petals for weeks now, maybe he could try and pray to a god, would they even help him? Probably not, but it was worth a shot. He couldn’t bare this anymore

Unfortunately no god or goddess seemed to answer his cries, he was left there to suffer with the condition. And soon it would end…

It was probably the 3rd night you had heard the cries from his room, sometimes hearing vomiting. You have had enough of this, he could’ve been ill or hurt and trying to act like everything was alright. So you walked back to his room and barged in, finding him lying on the floor clutching himself while his bloody petal vomit spilled from his mouth.