Hanahaki disease- a deadly illness caused by one sided love. As the love progresses, the victim will slowly have their lungs and heart overtaken by vines and flowers, which will eventually cause death. The cure is either to have their feelings reciprocated or to surgically remove the flowers- which also removes their love for the person.
3rd Person P.O.V.
George woke up to an incoming discord call ringing loudly. Groaning, he grabbed his phone, blinking slowly as his vision came into focus.
It was Dream.
George felt his heart skip a beat, quickly accepting the call.
"Hello?" He winced at the sound of his voice. It was even worse than before, and that was really saying something.
"Jesus, Gogy..." Dream muttered, and George could imagine the faceless blond shaking his head with disapproval. "Are you ok? Seriously? I want the truth."
"Dream..." George trailed off, hesitating. There was no way he could tell the truth. He couldn't risk their friendship like that. Unfortunately, he felt his throat constrict, chest burning. He opened his mouth to speak, but nothing came out. After a moment of panic, George realized he wasn't breathing, he couldn't breathe.
"George?" Dream questioned. "You there?" In his confused and panicked state, George tried to get up, and he stood for nearly three seconds before promptly falling to the floor, unconscious.
"George!?" Dream yelled, sounding frantic. He had heard the loud thump, and George had stopped responding... he couldn't help but imagine the worst.
George on the other hand, was breathing again. As quickly as it came, it passed, and soon enough the brunette was blinking and coughing.
"GEORGE!" Dream practically screamed into the call. The older boy winced, groaning softly.
"Dream...?" He mumbled, mind feeling hazy.
"Holy shit, what-" the blond sputtered uselessly for a second before finding his composure. "Are you ok? What happened?" George frowned. He didn't want to worry Dream...
"Oh, um... nothing. I'm fine, really-"
"Cut the crap, George." The younger male's usually airy and carefree voice was replaced with a serious, stern one. "I heard you hit the floor... you fainted, didn't you?" George swallowed thickly, taking a shaky breath.
"Yeah..." he murmured breathlessly. Dream was silent for a moment, and George could hear the clicking of a mouse in the background.
"Send me your address. I'm flying out tonight, I just booked the flight." George's eyes nearly bugged out of his head. Oh no, no no no...
"I- Dream, you don't have to, honestly, I'm fine." The brunette heard a loud sigh come from the other end of the line.
"First of all, I already booked the flight and I will be visiting you. Second, you and I both know you're lying. You clearly aren't ok, George, and I-" Dream sighed. "I don't want to make the biggest mistake of my life and not check on you, because... you sound really bad. I don't know what's wrong with you, but I'm going to be there for you, and you can't avoid it. So, George, send me your address and I'll be there... probably early tomorrow morning." The blond's words were firm, and George really didn't have the energy to argue.
"Ok..." He sighed, texting his address to Dream. This would never end well...
It was nearly noon by the time Dream showed up at George's door. Dream must've meant early morning in Florida time... it didn't matter. George took a deep breath, letting him into his apartment.
"Hey..." George murmured, frozen in place. Before him stood a very tall, very handsome man with fluffy blond hair and a goofy smile on his face. The man grinned, easily picking George up and giving him a tight hug.
"Hi George!" Dream exclaimed, setting down a very embarrassed brunette. "You're so much shorter than I expected..."
"And you're so much taller than I expected," George sassed, crossing his arms. For a moment, both of them forgot why Dream had come to London on such short notice. But of course, it didn't last. Dream's expression turned serious as he looked over his friend, eyebrows furrowed.
"You look ok..." George frowned, looking almost offended.
"Were you expecting more?" He wondered, glancing down quickly. Dream shook his head quickly, waving his hands in denial.
"No! No, that's not what I meant... I mean you don't look too sick, that's all. Maybe not perfectly healthy... but ok."
"Oh," George said curtly. He looked away from his friend, sighing. A hand found its way to the side of his face- Dream's hand. The blond tilted George's head up gently, worried eyes searching his expression. The brunette blushed, staring with wide eyes. He felt a light tickle in his throat, and his chest felt tighter... but it wasn't just because he was flustered.
George pulled away quickly, coughing up a yellow petal with brown stains on it. It looked absolutely disgusting, and he stared at it for a moment, almost forgetting about Dream standing in front of him.
"HOLYFUCKINGSHITWHATTHEFUCKISTHAT?!" Oh. Right.
"I-" The words caught in his throat. He couldn't say it. Dream looked horribly panicked, pushing George's fingers down to get a clear view of the object his friend had just coughed up. It was a lime green color, almost an exact match to the color of his Minecraft skin, with blood staining the wrinkled edges. He frowned, feeling a sense that he recognized the odd symptom George was displaying. As it clicked in his head, Dream looked up at the brunette, who was frozen in place, eyes wide and full of terror.
"Hanahaki disease..." he murmured breathlessly, worry sparking in his chest. Dream had recognized the disease because of personal experience. He had a friend not too many years ago who had the same symptoms as George, and he knew what the consequences were if it wasn't treated. "Who?"
"Dream I-" George cut off again, shaking his head wildly. Tears threatened to spill from his eyes, and his fist closed around the bloody, lime green petal. The blond sighed, trying to think... suddenly, he let out a loud gasp, eyes wide.
"Is it me?" Dream asked, staring at the shorter boy as he burst into tears.
"I'm so sorry please don't hate me I didn't mean to-" Dream cut him off with a swift kiss, George kissing back after a second. Their lips worked together in sync, George's hands finding their way to Dream's shoulders as the blond's arms snaked around George's waist.
They had to pull away for air, and they both just stared at the other, not knowing what to do. Before another word was spoken between them, George made a dash for the bathroom, kneeling in front of the toilet as he vomited up more petals than he ever had before.
"George!? Should I not have done that? I'm sorry, I just thought-" Dream froze, standing in the bathroom doorway. George was dry heaving over the toilet, which was full of petals in a rainbow of colors. He quickly kneeled beside the shaking boy, rubbing circles into his back.
"It's ok, it's ok..." Dream murmured, trying to offer some sort of comfort to the sick boy. George eventually stopped dry heaving, closing his eyes and falling back into Dream's arms. He was barely awake, exhausted from all that had just happened.
"Sorry..."
"It's ok, Gogy, you're sick..." Dream sighed, leaning George over the sink so he could wash his mouth out. The blond scooped George's legs up, carrying him bridal style to his bed.
"I don't understand... why 'm sick?" Dream frowned, tucking George in. Even underneath all his blankets, the small boy shivered weakly, skin even paler than usual.
"I don't know, Gogy..." He was at a loss. Neither of them knew too much about the disease, just the symptoms and final consequence. But Dream had been almost certain that reciprocated feelings were the cure...
" 'm cold..." George mumbled, eyes squeezed shut as he shivered. Dream nodded, hesitantly climbing into bed next to the brunette.
"This ok?" George didn't answer with words, but he curled in close, sighing contently from the warmth radiating from the taller man's body. "Alright, Gogy, get some rest..." As he lay with George, Dream felt his own eyes start to close. Maybe some rest would do him some good too...
George woke up feeling hot. As he became more aware of his surroundings, his memory returned, a hot blush sneaking onto his skin. He was against Dream's chest, the blond's arms wrapped around him loosely. George sighed contently, snuggling in closer. Everything felt ok- wait.
"Dream!" George exclaimed softly, shaking the younger man awake.
"Huh? George...?" Dream blinked, yawning. "How're you feeling?" George grinned at the sleepy man, hugging him tightly.
"I feel ok! Like, my chest, it feels lighter, and my throat- well, it's a little sore still, but..."
"Wait really?! So... are you cured, then? Is it over?" Dream wondered, much more awake now. George shrugged, smiling.
"I think so... I don't know. I feel like it's over?" Suddenly his face fell.
"Gogy...?"
"Did you mean it? Earlier?"
"The kiss?" Dream tilted his head, frowning slightly. "Yeah, I meant it..." The smile came back to George's face.
"Can we... can we do it again?" He asked innocently, wide brown eyes staring into Dream's emerald green ones.
"Gladly."
Haha that's kinda gay
Wait same-
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