hanahaki disease: a disease in which the victim coughs up flowers due to their love interest not loving them back.

the disease subsides when the victim's love returns their affections, or it can be surgically removed, but then the love and connection to that person is removed from the victim.

i thought this would fit shane really well, but plot twist: you're both infected somehow, because you both deny that you love the other. 

warnings: blood

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y/n's POV

I laid on the couch of my apartment, sniffling a little bit as I blew my nose. Stupid colds and stupid allergies. I started to cough, like normal, but I started to (wheeze) as I felt something other than spit work it's way up my throat. 

I bent over in pain, clutching my stomach as I felt something working it's way up my trachea and choking me, cutting off my oxygen. I grabbed a bowl off of my living room table, and started to cough away into it. I blinked down at the plastic bowl I had currently been coughing my guts into, and gasped in shock.

That was new.

A perfectly formed white daisy sat in the center of the bowl, the petals a pure white and not a single wilt to it. I pulled away from it, in shock. The only thing I noticed about it was that it had a single drop of my blood in the center. Ew. 

I didn't know if WebMD could diagnose this, but it was worth a try. I pulled my laptop towards me and typed in my symptoms, and of course getting a bullshit diagnosis. 

"Yes, I'm sure I have BRAIN CANCER, WebMD. God, that site is so stupid." I pushed my laptop aside and thought about what was going on. I decided to just search up my symptoms into Google, and I spotted an obscure Japanese site that had the title Hanahaki Disease Symptoms.

I clicked on it warily, and looked down the list of symptoms, my face draining of it's color as I scrolled further down.

symptoms of hanahaki disease:

-fevers

-allergy-like coughing

-runny nose

-chest tightness

-coughing up flowers that have blood on them

what this means:

Hanahaki disease is a disease that occurs when the victim's love interest doesn't love them back. in a case of both people denying their feelings, both of the victims will be coughing up flowers until:

1) they confess their love, to which point both of the two will stop coughing

OR

2) one of them gets the flowers surgically removed, which kills the other person and erases everyone who has a memory of that person's minds

OR

3) one of the two die from choking on an overlarge flower. this usually occurs two weeks in.

My face drained fully after that last sentence, and I pushed my laptop aside as I curled my legs up to my chest, feeling my lungs struggle to get a breath out and my chest tightened. I began to (wheeze), and not in a good way.

I managed to scoop up my phone and call two people before I dropped it and began to choke on my own air, feeling another flower choke it's way up my throat as I spat it out onto the floor, a puddle of blood forming below it.

I heard the beep of the call being picked up, but I wasn't able to speak, only spitting out a few drops of blood as I heard the concerned voice of two people over the phone. "y/n? What's wrong?" I heard Shane's familiar voice fill my room, and then a beat of silence until Ryan's voice rang out too. "y/n? Why'd you call both of us? What's wrong?"

I couldn't speak in that moment, only trying to fight out a word with a breath of oxygen. But I immediately tipped my head up as I heard the sound of another person coughing...coming from my phone. 

I pulled my phone towards me, and carefully whispered a name into the phone speaker before I passed out, the lack of oxygen clamping black jaws around my head. 

"shane."

two parter since i want to make the second part REALLY emotional

~lily xx