Send in ‘✿’ for starter where your muse finds out that mine has Hanahaki Disease
Carlos wasn’t sure where his cough came from. It didn’t feel like allergies, but it was deep in his chest. In his lungs. Carlos wasn’t sure what was going on.
Until he started to cough up red and a flower petal while sitting at the table with Cecil. He knew what it was, but he was still confused. He looked to Cecil, not understanding and a more than a little scared.
Cecil had been chatting away with his long time friend Earl when he heard Carlos. He stopped his discussion about the next week’s bowling meet up to see Carlos staring at something in his hands.
“Carlos? Are you alright?” He asks, passing over a drink to his lovely scientist friend. It truthfully had not sounded all that awful but it was his reaction that worried him.
“I’m… fine,” Carlos murmured. He took a napkin and wiped his hand off under the table quickly before accepting the drink. He took a big, healthy mouthful and swallowed, but it didn’t ease the itch in his chest.
Carlos busied himself with wrapping the petal up in the napkin so he could keep it hidden until he got the chance to throw it away.
On second thought, this would probably happen again. He should get some more napkins.
So Carlos stood up quickly and gave a slight smile. “Um, gimme a second – I’m getting some napkins.
Cecil nods but he is still worried, all three eyes looking at him as he hurried off. “Ok but be careful and don’t be long. We are talking about the next game Carlos!”
He was still worried about him but he saw that the other wouldn’t talk to him about whatever it was that was bothering him. Perhaps it was a new allergy or something had happened in the science lab that Carlos didn’t want to worry him about. None the less he could have sworn Carlos coughed something up, turning to his Scouting buddy for assistance.
Carlos gathered a lot of napkins. He put some in his pocket for later and tossed away the soiled one he had. He was thinking that maybe he should head home. It might help to have some distance from…
No, no… it couldn’t be that. He must’ve just picked it up somewhere. It could be contagious, right? Could it? Just a little bit of time to himself and he’ll be feeling better, he was sure of it. He just needed to figure out how he was going to extract himself…
Cecil found himself anxious for his friend’s return, leaning softly against Earl as he waited for Carlos. A familiar comforting lull to the air around the two as they waited. Cecil looked down at the watch he had been given, trying to track the time Carlos had been missing. If He wasn’t back soon, Cecil decided he would go and check up on him. Bowling could wait, Carlos’s health could not.
Cecil found himself watching his tattoos wander his skin, wondering if he should try to see what Carlos was up to, but not wanting to invade his privacy.
Carlos decided on saying he had a migraine. He didn’t usually get them, but he could make it work.
He came back to the table and smiled at the other two men. “Hey… um, so… I’m starting to get a headache. I… I’m having trouble keeping my eyes open so, uh… I’m thinking of heading home before it gets worse, so…” He paused and spent a moment stifling a cough with a straight face. He tried to cover it up by clearing his throat and reaching up to rub at his temple, feigning pain. He kinda felt rotten, lying like this. But he had to get out of there and rest and hopefully get over this thing without anyone knowing.
Cecil frowned a bit, detangling his legs from Earl’s to stand up. “Maybe one of us should drive you home then, it wouldn’t be safe to drive home if you have problems keeping your eyes open.”
Cecil walked over to his sick friend with a small smile. “I could drive you home and get you some water and stuff to treat your headache, I often get some bad ones after a long day at the station.”
“Uh, well, my lab isn’t far from here… you know, by the Big Rico’s? It shouldn’t be a long drive.” Besides, how would Carlos get his car home? He smiled slightly. “I promise, I’ll… I’ll be alright.”
The Perfect Scientist 