It's funny, she thinks, coughing up yet another round of red petals.
It's funny how my namesake is killing me.
Amy Rose doesn't notice anything wrong at first.
It started with her getting out of breath. It wasn't that big of a change. She just had to rest more often than she usually would. No one seemed that concerned, and she'd like to keep it that way. She didn't want to make anyone worried. So she dealt with it. She dealt with the shortness of breath, dealt with the ever tightening of her chest. Dealt with the feeling that something was horriblywrong inside. I'm fine, Amy told herself, even after she had awoken to yet another pair of bloodstained lips. It's nothing, she thought, coughing harshly and having nothing come out even though it was right there. Everything's okay, she pleaded, finally having a dozen rose petals fall from her mouth.
Everything's okay.
Amy loves Sonic. It's not a secret. It's out in the open, for all to see. She's loved him ever since they first met. She endlessly pursued a seemingly uncatchable figure, going off of hopes and prayers that they'd finally be together. Chased him all over the world just to show her affections. Fought alongside him, stayed with him in the good times and the bad, did everything she could for him to finally return her views.
She loved him, and that same love was slowly killing her.
"The option of surgery is always open, although there is a risk that you'll never love him again. In severe cases one can never love at all."
"And if I don't get it?"
"Well, you can always try to get him to love you back. Otherwise you will die, Ms. Rose."
"'Die', huh..."
"Yes. The survival rate of this disease, without intervention, doesn't exist."
Slowly, bit by bit, Amy stopped.
She stopped tackling Sonic whenever he was near. Stopped acting so lovesick around him. Stopped chasing after him when he ran away. Slowly but surely Amy stopped loving Sonic-or at least she tried to. The rose petals still came out, still hurt her in more ways than one. The already red flower was drenched with even more red, and she couldn't stop it. She couldn't stop loving him. Why? Why couldn't she give him up? This is what he wanted, right? Then why was he acting so concerned? Why was he the one chasing after her?
Why was she falling deeper?
Full flowers were coming out now.
She was almost dead.
*KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK*
A soft giggle escaped the collapsed body, breaking off by another cough. Roses were collected in her hands, tearful eyes blinking. How long has she been in the bathroom? The sun was still up when she went in, stumbling with dots covering her vision. Amy dropped the roses, wrapping her arms around herself. She was shaking, but she wasn't cold. That was strange. Funnily strange.
Another giggle broke through.
"Amy!"
That voice. That was the voice of her love. What was he doing here? Amy smiled, teeth stained and pieces of flower sticking between them. He was here. He was actually here. The front door was locked. Oh, how she wished she could get up and unlock it for him. Her legs refused to work, though. They stopped functioning properly a few days back, actually. Would he even...want to see me like this? Amy licked her lips, tasting copper.
"Amy! Open the door!"
*BANG*
Amy closed her eyes, slumping against her bathroom wall.
Oh me oh my. Is that an ambiguous ending I spy?
Yeah, I wanted to create a Hanahaki Disease AU for this. And I figured, 'Hey, why not use Amy?' So I did. You can decide what happens next. Does Amy live? Does she die? Who knows.
Personally I believe she survives, but that's the Sonamy shipper in me talking.
Until next time!