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The Sun Shines Through His Windows.
A beautiful morning as he opens his eyes, laying on his bed and staring at the ceiling, he rubs his eyes with his hands and gets up, sitting at the edge of his bed. He quickly grabs his phone hoping to see any new messages, but there's none. He puts his phone down on his nightstand and sighs out of disappointment. He stands up from his bed, it's pretty dark in his bedroom other than the morning light shinning through his windows. He starts to feel pressure build up in his throat as he coughs, first it's blood, than it's petals, pink flower petals. His eyes widen as he continues to cough up the the petals for about one minute.
The petals fall on the ground as he continues to cough for one more minute as he falls to the ground, blood drips from his mouth as he tries to catch his breath, he then looks down at the petals on the ground with a confused look, what just happened? How did it happen? He considers telling Fyodor but he knows he's busy and does not want to bother him. He grabs a tissue and wipes his mouth with it, throwing it in the trash along with the bloodied petals.