blood and roses // angst

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It was all happening to fast. John didn't understand what was going on. One moment he's out, the next he's in this stuffy hospital room. How?

He was fine a few weeks ago.

A cough here and there, a few harmless rose petals scattering against the floor. But now he couldn't breathe.

The night was young, the sun had barely set. It was a walk. He was on a walk, yes, he knew that. But how had that led him to the hospital?

He was on a walk... alone. The last few stripes of sun had just faded, leaving the sky a ripe purple-ish blue color. He felt a buzz in his pocket and had checked his phone. It was a notification for Instagram. He shrugged and was about to put his phone back in his pocket.

Until he saw the caption.

"I love her so much"

What did that mean?

Was he talking about his cousin, a sibling maybe? He was John's best friend, he would've told him if he...

John had quickly opened up his phone. His hands trembled as he quickly went in the barely used app.
He clicked on Alexander's account. This has to be a misunderstanding. He was going to scroll through his best friends account, and he was going to see that Alexander was just hanging out with a friend. Right?

John quickly scrolled to the newest picture. It was him hugging Eliza. Nothing unusual. Obviously, he meant love in a friendly way. John clicked onto Eliza's account and stopped in his tracks. It was right there, in her bio.

"In a relationship with Alexander 💛💛"

John started shaking. A sharp stabbing pain made his lungs throb. He could feel the petals blocking up his throat. He couldn't breathe.

He started coughing, trying to clear the blockage in his throat and lungs. Tears spilled down his face as he felt the sharp thorns of the rose flower cut into his lung and throat. He began gasping for air. Nothing.

He was choking, gagging. He clutched his phone in his hand. John began stumbling, he was getting very dizzy.

He fell to the ground, a hand wrapped around his throat. Blood and tears streamed down his chin. Finally, relief flooded his body. A blood covered white rose, stem and all, fell from his mouth. He gasped, gulping in as much air as he could.

He could feel another pang in his chest. He tried to steady his breathing. He grabbed his phone and, with shaky fingers, called 911.

"911, what's your emergency?"

"I... I can't breathe," John coughed out.

Then, he fainted.

That brought him to where he was now. In a clean and crisp hospital room, every corner of the white room shiny and sanitized. His head was pounding. He was still alive. How... how was he still alive?

The doctor walked in. She smiled and John sympathetically. "Hey, John," she said in a soft voice. "How are you feeling?"

John's lip trembled. "I... I feel empty."

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