A/N: I might be adding a little bit of new idea bout this Hanahaki Disease and the concept is actually from buriedhope . It's an awesome idea that they shared to me and I find it really amazing. That's all, enjoy reading!

*Patrick's P.O.V.*

Love can now make you sick. How cruel can that be?

I can't imagine anyone going through this disease and then finding out what caused it. It's so unfair, most likely they have done nothing wrong to deserve that illness. If its really unrequited love, isn't the emotional pain enough? Why does this physical sickness need to come too?

I'm so lucky that I don't get to experience that, I'm lucky that Elisa and I met halfway or else this would have been a different story. We're so thankful that we're all cleared from this disease, we just have to keep it that way.

"I'll go check on, Y/N. It's been hours since she has come down here," I told Elisa.

"Yeah sure. I'm really worried about her too, most especially her reaction earlier. I think she's in her room now," Elisa said. We all find that reaction of hers really weird, it's like hearing that information broke her.

I stood up from my seat and walked up to the room. I immediately headed towards her room, seeing the door half-open. Y/N's sitting by the edge of her bed, just busy with her phone.

"Hey, may I come in?" I said, knocking on the door gently. Y/N looked up quickly and gave me a normal smile.

"Sure, why not?" she said.

"Everything okay at your work?" I asked casually.

"Well, okay is not the word. Everyone is still shocked by the findings, but at least now, we know," she answered. I sat next to her on the bed.

"It's really cruel, isn't it? I mean what causes it. Technically, all diseases are cruel, but this one is on its extra level. One is already suffering from the fact that his/her love isn't getting returned, having the disease would really make everything so much worse," I said. She and I have the same hateful sentiments towards this disease and I somehow wanted to show her that we're still on the same page. I'm sure she's just bothered about how cruel it was, maybe that's why she made the reaction earlier. It made her despise the illness more.

"Yeah, yeah it really would," she said in agreement, "But...somehow it makes so much sense. Look at it this way. Well, flowers can represent 'giving love', right? If one loves, these flowers appear - the more you love, the more the flowers are, the bigger they are, the more grand they are. Two people feeling the same way should meet halfway to pick these flowers up and adore them at its fullest together. But what if the receiving end wasn't there? What if they didn't meet halfway? When the side that's supposed to be receiving the love and the flowers is not there, the flowers will have nowhere else to go, they won't be picked, they won't be adored, so they are excreted...in the most painful way possible," she explained.

There was pain in her voice.

I ended up staring at her, seeing her eyes glittering a bit due to the tears. Y/N suddenly chuckled, looking away then letting out a rough cough.

Is she...? Does she have...?

"Y/N...Y/N, you're not telling me something." My heart is pumping so hard right now. I'm so nervous but I have no idea why. I continued to stare at my best friend, putting a hand over her shoulder and making her look at me, "Y/N, please. You've been so silent and distant recently. I mean, I'm still your best friend, you can still tell me everything. You know I'm also with you, I'll always go with you."

Y/N finally looked at me and gave me sad smile. A smile that says she's trying to be okay. I don't...I don't like that smile, it's not like her. Y/N has always been the most cheerful and positive one among us, her smiles can lift me up even if it's one of my worse days...but now, it seems like she's the one who needs to be lifted up. It's heartbreaking, it's the first time I've seen her like this.

"I think it's better off this way, Stump," she said, still having that smile, "It'll be harder if it's not. I'm okay, alright? I'm trying to be. You don't have to worry, I'm just fighting my own battles right now and I don't want to drag you with me. I know we've always been doing things together, but this time...it's just me, I know it's just me. But I really really appreciate your support - yours, Elisa's and the others. I'm so lucky to have you guys, so thank you. I promise I'll be okay," she told me.

Even if I didn't get any information, my heart feels so heavy. I didn't expect to see her this way. I didn't expect her to be feeling this low. She has always been our light, but I guess even the brightest light can get dim at times.

"I...respect that, Y/N, and I know you can do it. But if you need help, if you need someone...we're here, okay? We won't leave you," I said while giving her a hopeful smile. I also gently took her hand and hold it, trying to really make her feel that she's not alone, "You're one of the strongest people I know and I know you can make it through whatever it is. If it's the stress, the work, the negative things going on around us, you can live through it. You have too because we need you. I need you as my best friend, you're a big part of me, Y/N, I...and all of us would want nothing but for you to be okay," I told her, making tears fall from her eyes.

She smiled again while nodding then pulling her hand away from me. She immediately wiped the tears off and took a deep breath before looking at me, trying her best to look normal...as if she wants to show that nothing just happened.

"Please don't tell anyone about this. I promise I won't fail you, I'll be fine again soon," she pleaded.

I nodded at her request while keeping a promise to myself that I'll always be here to keep her together no matter what.

*Y/N's P.O.V.*

I'm continuously falling apart.

I didn't give any information to Patrick. I might have also misled him a bit, making him think that I'm fighting an inner battle with myself...fighting with depression. Well, my case can also be counted as that, but you just have to add so much more details. Again, I don't want him to know that I'm suffering from this Hanahaki Disease, that I'm feeling an unrequited love because of him. I know it would also break him.

I'd rather break myself than seeing him blaming himself for what's happening to me.

But now, I'm so lost and confused.

Will I just be like this forever?

Will I even be able to last long with this pain inside of me?

What's next? What am I going to do?

I want to ask him so bad. Patrick has always been the person that helps me with my problems, but I just can't ask him this time. I can't and DON'T want to ask any of them this time.

Well then, I guess I just have to keep it in.

I have no choice but to keep it in for as long as my body can hold.

~~~1 Year Later~~~

"Ms. Y/L/N, you have to make a choice soon. Your condition is not getting any better, in fact, it's getting worse and worse. You're also nearing the one and a half year mark, if you don't do anything else as soon as possible...we'll be facing the worst-case scenario," my doctor, who's the only person in this world that knows about my disease, told me in a very serious tone.

But really? Worst-case scenario? I think by now I've seen and experienced it all. Nothing will be worse than this, not even death.

Unbelievably, I survived a year with this disease inside of me. I completely did nothing -
no medication, no surgery, and did this without leaving Patrick and my friends. As I have promised to Patrick, I kept pushing through to live as normal as before. It was my choice to do that, but I have to admit that it made me so tired.

I'm so so so tired.

The petals didn't stop going out, in fact, it got bigger and bigger in volume and in size. It hurts like hell and adding to that pain is the emotional roller coaster I always have when I'm with Patrick and Elisa. Honestly? I'm so glad that I'm still sane. This pain could have easily eaten my sanity if I didn't fight it.

I just decided to get a doctor last month because I was hoping for a new medication, but of course, there's still nothing. Now, I just got a doctor who's adding up to the daily pressure that I face.

"I know, but I'm still thinking if the surgical procedure is worth the shot. I still haven't fully decided yet," I told her.

"You better hurry the decision a bit, Y/N, before it's too late. We'll be ready about anything here in the hospital, you just have to make one call," she said reassuringly and I'm glad that that somehow made me feel lighter.

After that consultation, I left the hospital immediately. I really don't like staying in there as a patient, I'd rather spend a whole day lazily inside my house while coughing my lungs out than being in there. Even if I work at a hospital, I do agree that it sucks the life out of you if you are the patient.

As I was driving home, I noticed a familiar figure walking by the sidewalk. I swerved my car to the side to catch up, then immediately rolling down my car window.

"Patrick! Hi, there. Where are you heading?" I asked the moment I was able to catch up.

"Oh, hey, Y/N. I'm going to the studio. My car broke yesterday and it's still getting fixed," he explained.

"Come in, I'll get you there, " I invited him. Patrick smiled and quickly ran to the passenger side and climbed inside.

"Thanks, Y/N," Patrick said.

"Wait, isn't today your band's day off? Why are you going to the studio?" I asked while keeping my eyes on the road.

"Hmmm, I guess I could tell, but you have to promise you'll keep it a secret," Patrick said, sounding like a cute high school girl. I chuckled and looked at him for a while.

"I've known some of your secrets for years, Patrick, and none has come out yet. I promise I'll take it to my grave," I murmured, making him chuckle.

"Elisa and I are having our anniversary soon yet I still don't know what to do for her. I want to make that day extra special. It's an important milestone anyways," Patrick said.

Honest to god, their relationship is beautiful. I'm always there to witness it and I can attest that it's really something pure. They love and respect each other so much which makes them really compatible with each other. It really has been a year, and it's beautiful to see how strong their relationship is now. I'm really happy and proud of them.

"Oh, that's right! Well, what do you have in mind so far?" I asked while the sharp pain in my chest is slowly creeping in.

"Y/N, you know I'm nowhere good at this. I still have no idea," Patrick answered with a helpless laugh.

"You're really a hopeless romantic, aren't you?" I chuckled at him. We finally arrived in front of the studio and I parked my car in there, "Alright, I'll help you," I suddenly said. I know this won't be good for me, but I really want to help him...besides I'm sure it will make Elisa happy, "I know Elisa to the bones, I know what will make it the best day for her. I'll help you prepare everything, you dork," I added.

"Really?!" Patrick asked in shocked and I nodded at him, "Oh, you're an angel, Y/N! Thank you!" he said enthusiastically, flinging himself towards me to hug me.

'Yeah, I will be soon enough,' I said inside my head, trying my best not to murmur it.

We laughed and I hugged him back.

I was expecting his warmth to help me ease the pain even just a little, but it only added to the pain.

This really is excruciating but I'm still choosing this path. I don't want to ruin anything, I don't want to be the pain to anyone.

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