POV: THOMAS CONNOR

   This stupid disease. I've had it since I've gotten to this place. Flowers growing in my lungs to the point I'm almost constantly coughing up the petals. I can barely do my job these days, since I'm nearly always in the infirmary. And yet, Joey doesn't care, like always. He continues to force me to continue working even if I can't even breathe. At this point, I'm used to it.

   I'm told that I'm in love, that I'm in love with someone who doesn't love me back and that's why this is happening. Everyone is always asking me who I'm in love with, yet I didn't even know I was. I've also been told the type of flower petals that I'm coughing up are supposed to represent who I'm in love with.

Who the hell can be defined by daisies and sunflowers?!