[He'd been...okay with ignoring it, at first. Faking that he was alright. Meticulously pulling the deep red carnations from his collar before work and discreetly getting rid of the rose petals he'd been coughing up consistently since as recently as a few days ago. Since half of the people visiting the bar were equally stricken, Sparkling found it...almost too easy to cover his own affliction in the wake of those who couldn't hide it any longer. At least so long as he was dilligent with removing blooms from his person as they appeared, it was fine. The roses growing in his chest, however, their thorns quite literally winding their way up through every opening and slowly blocking off his airways day by day...they were far less forgiving. Even if they were not as easy to see, that didn't mean they weren't there.
He was starting to run out of time.
Sparkling had been weighing his options ever since he'd woken up that morning too weak to get out of bed, at first. Of course he'd forced himself to, because why wouldn't he, up until he saw himself in the mirror for the first time. The carnations had completely covered his throat and half of his chest now, and the roses too had begun to bloom in other places. His wrists mostly, weirdly enough, where they seemed to bind him and make his pulse thrum painfully hard in his veins. Poppies, Apple Blossoms, they too had broken out like hives across his forearms. He didn't want to think about where else they were, because he could feel them...it made moving painful with the way they caught against the underneath the fabric of his clothing.
He'd also been trying to figure out how he'd hide them now as he left the bathroom, only to promptly have his legs give out beneath him, sending him crumpling pathetically to the floor of his apartment against the wall. Seconds later, he realizes he can barely breathe. Every inhale is labored and aching, and it's a wonder he even slept at all the night before if the flowers had progressed this rapidly overnight.
He vaugely registers thinking that he needs to call out of work, at the very least. Delerious, he somehow manages to grab his laptop from the edge of the bed, only to pick the first number he can access which also happens to be the last he'd spoken to on the device. He'd mean to try to contact Horatio, but...]
Ryslig AU/Game CR | 2-10 bc rng gave me the perfect setup for this
He was starting to run out of time.
Sparkling had been weighing his options ever since he'd woken up that morning too weak to get out of bed, at first. Of course he'd forced himself to, because why wouldn't he, up until he saw himself in the mirror for the first time. The carnations had completely covered his throat and half of his chest now, and the roses too had begun to bloom in other places. His wrists mostly, weirdly enough, where they seemed to bind him and make his pulse thrum painfully hard in his veins. Poppies, Apple Blossoms, they too had broken out like hives across his forearms. He didn't want to think about where else they were, because he could feel them...it made moving painful with the way they caught against the underneath the fabric of his clothing.
He'd also been trying to figure out how he'd hide them now as he left the bathroom, only to promptly have his legs give out beneath him, sending him crumpling pathetically to the floor of his apartment against the wall. Seconds later, he realizes he can barely breathe. Every inhale is labored and aching, and it's a wonder he even slept at all the night before if the flowers had progressed this rapidly overnight.
He vaugely registers thinking that he needs to call out of work, at the very least. Delerious, he somehow manages to grab his laptop from the edge of the bed, only to pick the first number he can access which also happens to be the last he'd spoken to on the device. He'd mean to try to contact Horatio, but...]
cowboy
[A few minutes pass.]
please
tell vicious
i wont make it
to work
today