Petals. Mark is throwing up petals. Not once, but many times. Many petals. Yellow petals that seem to belong to a primrose, based on his little knowledge on flowers and what he could find online. He cannot stop coughing them, they escape him and now his pockets always have a few when he doesn't make it to the bathroom and has to hide the petals in his hands while he coughs until the attack has passed. He still cannot eat, so he's taking pills to keep himself alive. He can barely sleep because petals keep wanting to escape; when he manages to fall asleep it's only to wake up with his pillow covered in yellow petals.
Mark is sick.
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FanficLoving someone so much is hard. Loving someone who doesn't love you back even harder... it can be lethal. Jackson is someone who knows exactly how lethal.
