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The trip to the hospital was silent, but every voice in Techno's head screamed at him for so many things. For being a screw up, for being an idiot, for being dramatic, for being such a little bitch, the list goes on. 

(underlined italics are the voices, normal italics are technos thoughts)

They're lying. They won't help you.

We will help you.

Listen to us, we demand blood.

Blood will satisfy us.

Please be quiet for two fucking seconds-

BLOOD WILL SILENCE US.

DO NOT SPEAK OVER US.

WORTHLESS KILLER GETTING TOO ATTATCHED.

SPILL THEIR BLOOD.

KILL THEM.

Stop! I'm not doing that,  I care about them.

You cared about us once, too. What happened to that?

I have never cared about you.

Why so harsh?

I never cared for any of you, all you do is block my thoughts every time you get needy. I'm in control. I choose when to feed you. I have the power here, not you.

Arguing further, Techno hadn't even realized he was beginning to talk aloud to his victims, whispering and muttering curses and insults directed to them. He nearly spilled his secret again, too.

"Shut up, shut up, shut up..." Techno growled, looking out the window. They neared the hospital. "I won't hesitate to do it again. Each and every one of you. I'll k-,"

"Techno?" Wilbur broke the trance held on the others. Techno jumped, turning his head, humming. "We're here."

"Oh." Was all Techno responded with, getting out of the car. (Wilbur insisted he only brought the van because at the time he didn't know how much space they'd need for bags, this time driving a normal car.) Everyone else followed suit, Wilbur staying beside Techno. The sky was still dark, the moon glaring down at them, angered that Techno wasn't out to kill.

That's how it felt, anyways. Maybe he was just being judged by the voices still.

"Go on, tell them why you're here." Was all Wilbur said to Techno once they entered the hospital, approaching the desk. A polite lady stood there, her hair black with golden streaks. She wore a white coat, with a necklace and bracelets that complimented the golden color in her hair.

Techno was silent as the woman greeted him, asking him why he was here. He stayed quiet for a few seconds, until Wilbur nudged him slightly.

"Uh- Well." He started, looking down. "I've been, uh, coughing up blood? And uh, petals? My name is Dave Blade."

The lady hummed, gesturing for him to follow her. They walked through what felt like thousands of winding halls, thankfully Wilbur held the others behind to wait. The man was uncomfortable when he finally entered a room, a doctor already inside. 

The array of many tools wasn't disturbing to Techno; In fact, they were enticing. The voices screamed out suggestions of what he should do, describing in full detail what he should use each tool for. 

"Dave Blade, correct?" The doctor-- Ray, the name tag told Techno, asked. The man nodded, unsure of what to do. It was one am, his mind wasn't thinking correctly. All it knew was you should be killing someone right now.

"What exactly have you been dealing with? The description here is vague. I can guess at what it means, but I need to know more to be sure." 

"Well," Techno drew out the word, not exactly wanting to explain it. Did he have to? "Lately I've been coughing up blood, and em, rose pieces. I don't recall ever eating a rose, though."

"Because you didn't." Dr. Ray smiled to himself, understanding immediately. "You have a rare disease called Hanahaki. It can be caused by loving someone, though it's rare. I suggest you read this to have a better understanding."

Techno was handed a paper, taking it hesitantly. Hanahaki? What in the ever-loving fuck was that?

'Hanahaki Disease is a disease where the victim of unrequited or one-sided love begins to vomit or cough up the petals and flowers of a flowering plant growing in their lungs, which will eventually grow large enough to render breathing impossible if left untreated. There is no set time for how long this disease lasts but it may last from 2 weeks to 3 months, in rare cases up to 18 months, until the victim dies unless the feelings are returned or the plants are surgically removed. There is also no set flower that blossoms in the lungs but it may be the enamoured's favourite flower or favourite colour. Hanahaki can be cured through surgical removal of the plants' roots, but this excision also has the effect of removing the patient's capacity for romantic love. It may also erase the patient's feelings for and memories of the enamoured. It can also be cured by the reciprocation of the victim's feelings. These feelings cannot be feelings of friendship but must be feelings of genuine love. The victim may also develop Hanahaki Disease if they believe the love to be one-sided but once the enamoured returns the feelings, they will be cured. In some literature other symptoms can be fever, uncontrollable shaking, loss of appetite, low body temperature, and hallucinations. Even after curing, with or without surgery, there can be irreversible damage to the lungs and, although very rare, in some cases the disease cannot be cured.'

Love? The fuck?

"I think this is wrong, I don't have feelings for anyone." Techno looked up curiously, knowing for a fact he wasn't in love.

"It doesn't always involve a person, as strange as that may sound at first. It can be caused by having some sort of addiction over something, similar to how those would act when in love." Ray explained, somehow managing to stay calm through the extremely rare case.

"Oh."

They finished up the meet, the doctor prodding at Techno and asking more questions. He was respectful about it, though, more than Techno expected. Soon enough, the meet was over, and he was returning to his friends.

"How'd it go?" Wilbur asked, trying to listen when Techno mumbled something. "Repeat that?"

"Apparently I have this rare disease called Hanahaki." Techno spat the word like he just realized he was being poisoned and spitting out the intoxicated food.

"Isn't that- that's the love disease." Tubbo tilted his head, a grin slowly growing on his face. "Oooo, Techno has a crush! Who is it? Tell us!"

"What?" Phil asked, confused. 

"I don't have a-," Techno paused mid-sentence, eyes widening. Tommy and Tubbo began trying to guess everyone they knew, thinking Techno stopped because he suddenly realized he did in fact have feelings for someone.

Oh no.

Oh no, no, no.

"It doesn't always involve a person, as strange as that may sound at first. It can be caused by having some sort of addiction over something, similar to how those would act when in love."

Was he in love with-

No, surely not.

Was he in love with killing?

With- with death?

Oh no.