dr ray!! :]
he good boi

ok so coffee does have a slight effect on me, i noticed i wrote differently after drinking coffee. but hey, it was good coffee, i havent had coffee in awhile

"Holyfuckthere'soneonmykneeohmyfuckinggodholyshitimgoingtodie." Techno mixed his words together, talking in a quick and panicked tone. His heart was racing, and the pure white rose that had grown and bloomed on his knee didn't provide any help. It looked to be about, maybe seven in the morning, given the sunrise that leaked through the window.

Techno hesitantly reached forwards, his hand brushing against the almost silky petals. They were as white as snow, if not whiter. Fresh snow, that is. Undisturbed, pure white snow. From afar, it was beautiful, but when you were in it, you came to realize it is not fluffy, and it's freezing.

To be frank, the flower felt HORRIBLE, and it HURT like HELL.

"Oh my fucking god please let this be a dream OW, FUCK," Techno tried to put pressure on the leg, but almost immediately his own scarlet blood flowed from where the flower had poked out. He could feel the rose inside of him, it had thorns. It was going from his chest to his leg, and it had thorns.

"One step at a time, Dave. Holy sssssssshitfuckhellassfuckfuckfuck," Techno bit his tongue, trying to be as quiet as possible, because there was a peaceful, sleeping Phil next to him. The old man deserved some sle- HACJNALfeHJGH.

He fell to the ground, clutching his knee and not closing his jaw tight, because he learned that hurt the flower in his throat. He screamed through a closed mouth, closing his eyes tightly. This was worse than any feeling possible-- he'd compare it to a woman delivering a baby, but they'd probably beg to differ, but does it really hurt WORSE? How do they DO THAT?

"Oh my fucking god oh my fucking god oh my fucking god, dear god-," Techno growled, some blood now on the floor, dripping fluently from under the roses snow white petals. He groaned as he tried to stand, ultimately failing again. He's lucky it wasn't his eyes, but it still hurt so fucking bad and- and hNNNNNNNNNg-

"Techno?" Wilbur whispered through the door, "Is that you? Are you okay?" 

"Yes it's mE MMMMMMMM-!" Techno scraped his tongue against his teeth, not daring to bite down on the flower already in his mouth. "Fucking hell I have a fucking rose in my knee and it h- FUCK!" 

"Woah, woah, okay, um," Wilbur opened the door hesitantly, freezing when he saw the blood. "Holy shit, Techno."

"I know," Techno stood on his left leg, the one that didn't have a flower sticking out of his knee, and lifted the one with the rose. He limped into the hallway, leaning on the wall, and closed his eyes for a second. "I can feel it in my chest all the way down, Wilbur, it has thorns."

"Jesus christ, I think- no, I know we need to take you to the doctor again. Just to get help with that, I won't force you to get it removed but- you really should if I'm- jesus, here, lean on me." Wilbur was slightly panicked, helping Techno outside. He quickly messaged the group chat with everyone, telling them he and Techno would be out for a bit.

"I'm only letting this happen because it hurts- oh god, i need to bend my leg to get into the car- fuck, I can do it myself, hold on." Wilbur helped Techno to the car, the boy very slowly easing himself into the car. It didn't hurt too terribly bad, compared to putting weight on it, but it was so uncomfortable to feel each prick.

They were at the hospital before Techno even realized it, and he was soon in Dr. Ray's office, the man looking over his knee.

"Ouch, you're one of the unlucky ones." Ray winced, looking up at Techno, brushing the rose. Techno inhaled sharply, resisting biting his tongue. "You have three in the first, what, week? These come when the Hanahaki is really developed-- you need to confess- er, find a new obsession- soon."

"I'm in the process of it- The flowers are being triggered by dreams and hallucinations, I think." Techno shrugged, hissing when he lightly bit on the flower stem.

"Hm." Ray stood, "How strange. Well, not really, sorry, I just wanted to say that. You'll be fine until the flowers choke you, or if they somehow get into your heart. In which case, come see me immediately. I do have medication to numb the area, but sadly we cant do surgery on the singular area, we'd have to take it all out. And that decision is completely up to you, but honestly, you don't look like you really want to get it removed. Which is totally understandable, by the way, theres quite alot of problems that come with the safe option."

"Yeah, I dont want to get it out... yet." Techno hummed in agreement. "I think I know what I need to do to stop it, but thanks for the medicine."

Thanking Ray again, taking the medicine, and leaving into Wilbur's car, the pair began driving home.

The entire time, however, Techno was lost in his head.

Were those people on the pavement, or victims of his own murder?