Husk

You had known Husk since you two were alive. He was always kind to you, his demeanor softening a little around you.

Over time you began to have false hopes for him, and it was in hell that the punishment for sinning came to you.

You and Husk remained friends in hell, and you still loved him. You always loved him, you always sought to help him in everything, offering him your unconditional support. You realized he didn't love you back when that first petal left your throat.

It was several months ago, you were in your room at the Hazbin Hotel, in front of the bathroom mirror. The veins in your neck looked darker and you coughed. A drop of blood ran down your chin followed by a precious rose petal falling from between your lips.

Shit. Hanahaki disease.

It was noticeable to Husk that from that day on you were different, you coughed more often and always kept a tissue on your lips to clean the blood or petals that came out. You couldn't hide it for long though.

As the months went by, your lungs hurt more and more, it was difficult for you to breathe, and you woke up at night only to cough up petals and a couple of leaves. The floor of your room was sprinkled with the red color of rose petals more often than you wanted to believe.

There was a whole week in which you didn't cough anything. You were filled with hope, maybe Husk had fallen in love with you. You quickly went downstairs to find him at the bar, but when your eyes caught sight of Angel Dust making jokes and Husk laughing, your stomach turned. You locked yourself in the bathroom and there it was: you vomited a whole flower.

In a couple more months you would probably start coughing up lots and lots of flowers, and you would drown in your own blood, with the roses coming out of your mouth in an infernal bouquet of flowers, covered in blood.

It was difficult for you to hide that.

Husk talked to you less and less, you didn't even want to see him because you felt like it would make you want to cry and you didn't want to risk vomiting a flower in front of him. This unrequited love was going to kill you.

Today you and him were in his room, Husk had invited you to talk for a while and have a drink together. When his bottle of alcohol was finished, he got out of bed, but before speaking to you, his phone rang with a message. "Ugh, it's Angel Dust... I'll be right back, kay?"

His gaze was still fixed on the phone and you felt the flower rise in your throat when his pupils dilated while he read the message. When Husk left the room, you brought a hand to your mouth and coughed up petals, growing larger, that fell onto the sheets of the bed. You entered the bathroom and could only hear Husk's footsteps as he entered the room again.

"Hey, I forgot my bottle of..."

Husk's voice trailed off at that moment as he saw the ground scattered with petals, you felt your heart accelerate almost painfully when you now heard Husk's footsteps approaching the door closed from the bathroom. You vomited up a couple of whole flowers and the muffled sounds reached Husk's ears. "Are you there? Open the door, hey, are you okay? What's that sound?"

As another coughing sound filled the silence of the room, a petal slid under the door, Husk's eyes widened as he bent down to take it in his claws. There was a moment of silence before another cough was heard along with the sound of your heavy, labored breathing.

"What is happening to you..?"