If yall readin this you already know the TWS of Hanahaki, blood, mentions of illness, coughing, vomiting, ext. read at your own risk :D

{Chapter. 13. An elongated stay}

[Gems POV]

"tell me scott. How long." i demanded, speaking sternly to him as he sat there.
"gem i-" he attempted to reason, only being cut off by harsh, heaving coughs yet again
"Scott."
"..a few months." he gave in, mumbling and leaning on the pillows with crossed arms
"how many months scott." i spoke back sternly, grabbing his chin to make him look at me
"..around 8- o-or nine or longer- i dont-"
he paused, and he sighed, thinking over his words and moving out of my grip
"..i dont know gem. i know why, i know how. owen knows. i just-" he paused and leaned his head back
"..i just dont wanna accept it.." he mumbled pitifully; lying there in the hospital bed
"nobody would scott. but who?" i spoke up; looking at him all confused and suspicious 
"..gem it-" he didnt even finish his sentence before sitting up and letting his head fall into his hands
"it matters, scott" i spoke reassuringly and sat next to him on the edge of the bed
"..he doesnt- he doesnt like me like that, hes made that very clear gem.." scott sighed, almost sad sounding as he came to the realization of everything, he felt like he was losing his mind, being so close to the brink of death and feeling so so desperately helpless
"youve always been one to jump to conclusions you know that?" i said quietly, a small smirk creasing my lips as i turned my head to look at him
"i feel like i should be offended" he grumbled back and sighed, looking away from me as a series of coughs escaped his throat
"scott look, you dont know as much as you think you do, and i dont mean that in a bad way in any sense of the means i just- want- no- need. you to listen to me. at least right now, okay?" i sighed as i tried to explain, fidgeting with the string bracelets tied around my wrists, my face dim with the fate of my friend
"its reversable you kno-" i attempted to continue, but was cut off by scott looking right at me
"i know its reversable and know how, but by this point ive given up. its useless, i can promise you he does not see me like that-!" scott argued back, sitting up a little straighter, only for me to immediately yet gently push him back down to the pillows
"if your not going to hear me out atleast rest." i spoke sternly and stood up before sighing, my shoulders falling to droop slightly
"..atleast.. think.. about telling me okay? but- for now, just rest okay? your safe here." i reassured him gently, a small smile forcefully tugging my lips before i turned to leave the room, silently wiping off my eyes the second the door was shut behind me.

I didnt believe any of it, not one bit, i didnt want to, i didnt need to, right? 

No.

I did. 

It was true and it was happening. and there wasnt much i was able to do about it. 
i felt like i was drowning, sitting there knowing my friend was in the room right behind me dying, and refused any opportunity to do anything about it.
I didnt know his backstory with whoever it was, i didnt know who it was in the slightest
but i wanted, needed, to help him.

But how.?

[Scotts POV]

i knew i was being stubborn as hell. 

i was fully conscious on the weight of the situation but i couldnt help not caring anymore.
Jimmy didnt like me like that anymore. i knew he didnt.
why would i even try?

but the more time passed, the more i sat and thought it through, it wasnt only me this affected..
it was everyone.
my whole empire, my friends. 

..fuck.

the more i thought about it the more complex this whole thing got
i felt out of control, no matter what i did there was no good ending.
unless i could convince him...

No.

"..uuugh-" i groaned to myself and ran my hands over my face, slouching down in my bed pitifully
'thinking about this is giving me a headache..' i whispered to myself and laid an arm crossed my eyes to block out the light in the room, shooting back up into a sitting position coughing seconds later, stifling it down just enough and taking a deep breath to keep anything else from happening, swallowing hard and wincing at the sting in my throat
i laid back down and rolled over, pulling the blankets up over my shoulder and curling in on myself, shutting my eyes and taking a shaky deep breath
letting myself slip down into a deep, calm, well needed sleep.

though a fear continued to painfully linger in the back of my mind.

Not Waking Up.