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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.
When
Cecil got home he put some food in his dog’s bowl before going to his
room to get changed into his pajamas. Taking a look at his phone he sent
a quick text to Carlos.
‘Goodnight Carlos, Goodnight. I hope you get better soon! If you need anything I’m just a text away -Cecil’
He sat down by his bed and pulled out the notes app on his phone to plan tomorrow’s show.
Carlos didn’t go to bed for a long while. It wasn’t until midnight (or what was closest to the concept of ‘midnight’ in Night Vale) that he saw there was a notification for his phone.
Just seeing who it was from seemed to send him into a coughing fit, leaving a sizable bright red blotch on the sleeve of his labcoat.
When he was done coughing, Carlos took a moment to catch his breath and he changed into a fresh labcoat. He felt pretty miserable. He didn’t know what to do. But he managed to text Cecil back, at least returning the niceties he’d given:
‘Thanks. Goodnight, Cecil -Carlos’
Cecil didn’t recieve the text until later the next day when he was getting ready to head towards the shower to get ready for the day. He sent off another text, unaware of the damage he was unintentionally causing Carlos.
‘Good morning •;3 -Cecil’
Soon enough he was heading out the door, making sure to grab the cat food he bought for Khoshekh. He drove by a coffee shop and went in. Cecil thought it might be a nice idea to drop by Carlos’s lab with some coffee. No doubt he wouldn’t have gotten much sleep the night before.
Carlos had gone to bed an hour after Cecil’s text and he was still asleep well into the morning. He wasn’t feeling well and having stayed up he just needed to sleep longer. He hadn’t heard his phone go off – he hadn’t even heard the alarms he’d had on.
As Cecil heard no response, he only ordered one coffee, choosing to get a pastry that might last better for Carlos. If He was awake, he could always give up his coffee. When Cecil got his order, he drove by Carlos’s lab and knocked on the door.
The door to the lab was answered by Jake – a young man with short red hair. He looked at Cecil and grinned. “Hey! Mr Palmer, right? How can I help you?”
Cecil smiled at the young man, holding the coffee and pastry in his hands.
“You can call me Cecil,” he said with a small smile, before continuing, “I was wondering if Carlos was awake?” He asked, raising the goodies he had for the scientist.
“Oh!” Jake said. “Well, he might still be asleep. He had a late night last night.” Jake then frowned in contemplation and looked off at a point past Cecil’s head. “I dunno why… we weren’t working on anything particularly interesting. Otherwise he would have forgotten about the bowling trip you guys had. He was with you yesterday afternoon, right?”
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