Disclaimer: I don't own FFXV.
Warning: Noctis/Prompto.
Note: Enjoy.
Summary: Since Hanahaki Disease plagued him, Prompto began gardening. He planted mostly roses. It's what kept regurgitating out of him.
Chapter One
He kneeled down, watering beautiful flowers
Since Hanahaki Disease plagued him, Prompto began gardening. He planted mostly roses. It's what kept regurgitating out of him.
During the night, Prompto would cough viciously – rose petals, saliva, seeds, and blood dripping down his chin. He purposely kept the seeds – planting them.
After all, Prompto thought they're special seeds – seeds sprouted from love. He couldn't throw them away, then.
XOXO
The Regalia parked behind him.
He turned around – watching Noctis striding towards him. In a moment, Prompto's heart began pounding – his parched throat tightly clenching.
It hurt him. In fact, Prompto wanted to vomit again – force those pesky petals out. But, Prompto can't, not with him around.
"Wow!" Noctis said, standing beside him. "You sure love gardening. It's just I had no idea."
"It's a recent hobby," Prompto shrugged, shaking his head. "What are you doing here?"
"Well, I thought I should visit my best friend," Noctis stated, tilting his head. "You weren't answering your phone, Prompto."
"I'm sorry," Prompto sighed, biting his lips. "I'm sorry, Noct."
"It's cool," Noctis smiled, gently shoving him. "Besides, I can see you were busy."
"Yeah," Prompto squeaked, shyly smiling. "But, I'm never too busy for you."
"You're so sweet," Noctis smirked, threading through his hair. "Come on, Prompto. We're going to my place. I have the new Assassin Creed game."
"Really?!"
"Yup."
XOXO
Perhaps Prompto shouldn't have come over.
He couldn't decline, though. He loved Noctis, with all his heart. He would stand beside him, even if it hurt him.
It does hurt him – roots and thorns coil his lungs. He can't breathe – petals scratch his throat. He doesn't cough, though.
"Boys, I made lemonade," Ignis said, calling Noctis and him from the kitchen. "I also bought chocolate chip cookies."
"You're the best," Noctis smiled, dropping his controller. "Come on, Prompto! Let's take a break."
"Sure," Prompto shrugged, following Noctis into the kitchen. "I love lemonade and chocolate chip cookies."
"Who doesn't?" Noctis snorted, sitting at the island.
"Gladio," Prompto snickered, sitting down beside him.
XOXO
His throat itched badly.
He couldn't stop it, except by coughing.
So, Prompto excused himself – seeking refuge in the bathroom. His mouth instantly opened – petals drifting down from his lips. The sink started overflowing, with the beautiful petals.
Without delay, Prompto began cleaning up – hiding his mess. He threw the petals away, not before bundling them together, with tissue papers.
"You should stay over," Noctis suggested, moving his bangs aside. "I promise I'm free all weekend."
"Are you sure?" Prompto stuttered, freckles glowing bright red. "I don't want to impose."
"Seriously, Prompto? You're my best friend," Noctis smirked, pinching Prompto's cheek. "And, I thought you're never too busy for me."
"Ok, I'll sleep over," Prompto smiled, swatting Noctis' hand away.
XOXO
He repeatedly tossed and turned.
Fortunately, Noctis continued sleeping, not disturbed by him. Unlike Noctis, Prompto couldn't fall asleep, his heavy chest obstructing breathing. So, Prompto sat up, peering over at Noctis' sleeping form.
He stroked Noctis' cheek – brushing aside Noctis' silky hair. His chest swelled, then. His eyes began watering, too.
A cough builds inside his throat – petals wanting to get out. So, Prompto stood up – scurrying to the bathroom.
"I can't stay …" Prompto groaned, throwing the tissue away. "If I do, Noctis might just find out. I have to leave, then."
XOXO
He called for a taxi.
As they drove, Prompto continuously coughed into a tissue – petals and blood dirtying it. Even so, Prompto bit his lip, not wanting to cough – at least until he's home.
"Who is it?" the taxi driver asked, with a pitiful tone.
"A friend of mine," Prompto answered, wiping his chin clean.
"What's stopping you, then?"
"Well, I'm nobody compared to him. He deserves better."
"It's like that, huh? You better consider surgery, then."
"Trust me, man. I'm considering surgery."
XOXO
He's home.
He's finally alone, with his disease.
Without delay, Prompto laid down, his bed filled with tissues. However, Prompto didn't care – too exhausted to throw them away.
"I can't live like this," Prompto sighed, closing his eyes. "Is surgery the right option, though? I should talk to a doctor."
"It's settled, then. I'll see my doctor tomorrow morning," Prompto smiled, falling asleep. "I'll ask them about Hanahaki Disease and surgery."
XOXO
When the sun rose, Prompto immediately turned his alarm off.
In like manner, Prompto trudged downstairs – slowly shuffling into the kitchen. He began brewing coffee, then.
However, Prompto then turned around – heading upstairs again. But, Prompto halted soon, his phone chiming on the kitchen table.
He whirled around – grabbing his phone. He sighed and scrolled through his messages – eyes widening in horror, then.
"Shit!" Prompto cursed, his hands trembling. "I should've left a note."
From: Noctis
What happened, Prompto?
Why did you leave?
To: Noctis
I'm sorry, Noct!
I wasn't feeling well. So, I thought I should leave.
I didn't want to get you sick.
From: Noctis
You're such a dork.
You left me, like I was some one-night stand or something.
To: Noctis
I'm really sorry, Noct!
I should've left a note. I just wasn't thinking clearly.
From: Noctis
It's fine.
I'm coming over, anyway.
To: Noctis
You don't have to!
I'm perfectly capable of taking care of myself.
From: Noctis
Well, Iggy disagrees.
You have no choice. We're already in your neighborhood.
XOXO
Instantly, Prompto began gagging – spitting out dirty petals.
He darted towards the kitchen sink, then. His hands gripped the countertop – especially for support. His sink started overflowing – bloody petals floating into it.
He turned the faucet on, then. His mouth felt terrible. His throat felt awful, though.
He massaged it, with his fingers. He gasped soon, though.
"No!" Prompto cried, watching the Regalia pulling up. "Did I lock the front door?!"
XOXO
"Open up, Prompto!" Noctis grumbled, ringing the doorbell.
"He probably can't," Ignis guessed, going to the backyard. "After all, Prompto is sick. Let's try the backdoor, then."
So, Prompto sprinted towards the kitchen – somehow locking the backdoor in time. Then, Prompto slid down – resting atop the floor.
He hated hurting them, but they can't know.
No one can know.
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