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He gaged, feeling as if he was about to throw up. He jolted from lying down to leaning over the garbage can. Gagging convinced he is going to throw up.
“Eddie? You okay?” He heard Robin yell from the other room. He couldn't answer as he was coughing too much. Robin ran into the living room, she moved Eddie’s hair out of the way of his mouth. But he didn't puke, he just gagged. He sat up, swinging his legs over the side of the couch.
“Shit, sorry dude,” Eddie mumbled, staring into the garbage can. Beer cans and pizza crust lay in there.
“You’re probably just hungover,” Robin said, she ran some tap water into a glass before handing it to Eddie.
“Yeah, probably,” he lied, remembering the flower petals he had puked up the other day. “Hey, thanks for letting me crash here while I’m getting my shit together,”
“Of course, that’s what friends are for,” Robin smiled, watching Eddie gulp down the water. “I do have work today, Steve might stop by and help you look for jobs,” she began examining the cabinets, looking for something to eat before she had to get going.
“Okay,” Eddie uttered, flipping on the TV.
“You know where I work if you need anything,” she grabbed her keys. “Bye!” she spoke in a sing-songy voice before slamming the door behind her. Eddie jumped slightly, once he relaxed again he sighed getting off the couch to grab a beer. He didn't like day drinking but it was the only thing that stopped the constant sick feeling. He sat back down on the couch only to jump once again.
He ran into the bathroom, leaning over the toilet. Gagging and coughing, feeling blood come up from the back of his throat before coming out of his mouth into the toilet. Eddie felt like he was dying as it became hard to breathe as he coughed violently. But soon he stopped feeling his airways clear up. He opened his eyes, gazing into the toilet. The water was stained red with pink flower petals sitting neatly in the blood, it looked as if they were purposefully set there. But they weren't.
Eddie was dragged out of his thoughts by knocking on the door. He stood up quickly, flushing the toilet walking swiftly into the living room as the knocking got louder.
“Yeah, yeah, one minute,” Eddie mumbled opening the door. “Hey,” Eddie said, seeing Steve standing there.
“Hi,” Steve deadpanned. They stood there staring at one another for a moment before Steve spoke again. “You going to let me come in, or are we going to stand here like a bunch of idiots,”
“Oh shit, yeah,” Eddie quickly said, stepping to the side, and making room for Steve to come in. Steve glanced around the apartment before making his way to the couch. He sat down, pulling out some folded newspapers.
“There are a few places within walking distance from here that are hiring,” Steve said, skimming through the newspaper. “You know, just until youtube a new truck,” Steve remarked recalling when Eddie crashed and his truck was so damaged it was far begone repair.
“Yeah, or I could just make you give me a ride,” Eddie smiled, jumping over the back of the couch, sitting down and crossing his legs.
“No way in hell,” Steve joked. Eddie chuckled, feeling his heart break slightly.
They sat there, arguing about places for Eddie to work that fit all of his chaotic needs. They both mutually agreed on going to the mall and talking to people there.
“I should get going,” Steve said, glancing at the clock.
“Oh, right, yeah,” Eddie mumbled, slightly disappointed.
“K’ well I’ll talk to you tomorrow,” Steve declared, walking to the door.
“See ya!” Eddie waved watching Steve leave.
“Talk later dude,” Steve said. And with that, he left. Eddie watched the door shut.
“Love you,” Eddie whispered to himself, his voice was barely loud enough to hear. Eddie gazed at the papers sitting on the couch. Eddie exhaled aggressively putting his back, finally being able to start drinking.
He thought to himself, reminiscing the words Steve said as he left. “Dude,” Eddie whispered. “There’s no way he feels the same as me,” Eddie muttered. “I’m going to die,” he stifled, feeling tears run down his face. His chest began to get tight. He was dying and it was getting harder to breathe with the minutes. It was likely that he was to die within a day. The flowers had been growing for weeks now, he just didn't want to tell anyone about it. He began to cough, feeling the blood fill his mouth followed by petals. He gaged spitting up on the couch a pile of blood and petals sat in front of him. He stared as he felt his eyes fill with water once again.
The door cracked open, Robin gazed around making sure nothing was going, followed by being fully opened.
“Hey, Ed, I forgot my bag have you seen-” she began speaking as she glanced around. Eddie wanted to respond but he couldn't answer, he was choking. Robin’s eyes made contact with him, she felt her heart sink before running over to him. She panickingly hit his back firmly. He gaged before coughing up a flower followed by a bunch of blood. Eddie looked at Robin before letting out a sob.
“Oh, Eddie,” she said, sorrow filling her voice. She hugged him gently. “Who?” she asked after a few minutes of silence.
“What do you mean who?” Eddie sniffled, trying his best to stop crying.
“You have Hanahaki right?” Robin asked.
“Yeah,” Eddie replied.
“Who do you love Eddie?” Robin sat on the edge of the couch, trying her best not to get blood on her work clothes.
“You’re going to think it's dumb,” Eddie pouted as if he was a child still in grade school.
“I promise I won't,” Robin stuck her pinky out. Eddie chuckled wrapping his pinky around hers.
“Steve,” Eddie spoke just barely above a whisper.
“Oh,” Robin mouthed, almost mad at herself for not noticing sooner.
“Robin?” Eddie looked up at her, moth blood stained and eyes red from sobbing and coughing almost constantly.
“Yes?” She looked at him, worried.
“I’m going to die soon,”