Coughing, grunting. These would echo throughout the emptied atmosphere of a room devoid of people. Quanxi had just finished one of her missions, now returning home— exhaustion would once more engulf the entirety of her health, which would furthermore push her weakness against the very terrible hanahaki disease.

Working within the same division, you're quite close with Quanxi— yet this would mean you had to see how she's had trouble with unrequited love, which happened a little too much. A woman can't always expect another woman to love them romantically; and of course, this happened to Quanxi.

"I'm fine, just leave m—" she'd try to utter a sentence out, but to no avail, it would be cut off short by her sickly coughing. On her knees down the bedroom floor, her tanktop is stained with blood, followed by the petals of lily flowers— which are also covered in blood.

You would stand awkwardly behind her, at loss for what to do. It seemed like the disease seemed to have gotten more worse, and it would be clear by now that flowers had bloomed into the lungs of Quanxi.

At loss for what to do, you can only remain standing behind Quanxi whilst she kneels down restlessly by the floor. Your hand on her back, whilst her head hangs low to face the ground.