Hanahaki Disease

                                    

                                          


                          
| A/N; There are mentions of blood and needles briefly so if you're squeamish to those kinds of things, then here's a warning so you can prepare yourself for those things popping up in the one shot. |
                          


                          


                          
"The Hanahaki Disease is a disease in which the victim coughs up flower petals when they suffer from one-sided love. It ends when the beloved returns their feelings or when the victim dies. It can be cured through surgical removal, but when the infection is removed, the victim's romantic feelings for their love also disappear."
                          


                          


                          
When Madison came back from her retail hell, she hadn't expected everything in the real world to change as drastically as it had, especially Zoe, who was more sharp around the edges and outspoken than she was before she died for the 3rd time. Along with the change of her former lover, there were many new witches in attendance at the academy, which made the blonde a mix of nervousness and frustration. Madison had always hated change but something about the change the world had gone through while she was down below bothered her immensely, and it was beginning to reflect on the way she treated her fellow witches. She was currently in the academy's library, looking over scriptures Cordelia assigned to her to get caught back up with her coursework, and in the midst of reading a paragraph about pyrokinesis, the brunette decided to make an appearance. She nearly choked on the gum she had been chewing on for the past couple hours, and the signs of distress from her caught Zoe's attention, who merely looked at her but did nothing to see if she was alright at the very least.
                          
"I'm fine you bitch, thanks for showing concern." She spit out at the brunette, who pretended as if she wasn't even in the same room as her, and she wanted to scream out in frustration or maybe pain, but the blockage in the back of her throat wouldn't allow her such a luxury, so she sat there coughing what felt like a lung up as Zoe finished in the library and exited without another glance in her direction and once she had left her alone, whatever was blocking her airway finally made its way out of her mouth and into the palm of her hand, where she had it cupped over her mouth in anticipation. When Madison pulled her hand away from her mouth, she was expecting the piece of gum to be trapped in her palm, but what stared back at her was anything but. Instead of the mint green colored gum, a small white flower petal laid delicately there, a stark contrast to her mildly tanned skin.
                          
"Fuck." The blonde breathed, panic overtaking her as she continued to stare down at the saliva coated petal, almost hearing a mocking laugh over her shoulder, as if she deserved this for all the bad shit she had done before she was rescued from hell. Madison shot up from her chair and rushed undetected to her room, which was about as messy as a teenage boy's at the moment, where she discarded the small petal and settled down in front of her desktop computer, a sinking feeling erupting at the very pits of her stomach.
                          


                          


                          
After hours and hours of research, Madison had finally located the problem she was having, which did a lot more harm than good to her already hurting heart. From her readings, she discovered that she was suffering from Hanahaki Disease, which was in simpler terms, a disease that stems from unrequited love. She knew Zoe's feelings were waning but she never knew the extent of how much they had gone away, and she cried out the pent up frustrations and pain before taking the information and running with it, the way everyone knew Madison to do. She was lost in who she could speak to about this, until she very vaguely remembered that this had happened to one of their own, none other than their supreme Cordelia, who almost drove herself mad at the possibility of Misty Day, the swamp witch, not returning the deep feelings she had harbored for her since the day of their very first interaction. So after coughing up a few more petals from her lungs, she logged out of her computer and ventured in search of their supreme, who was getting older and wiser and as a result, also very weak as one of the prodigy witches continued to grow by the day, which made a lodge of sadness stick in the blonde's throat(or maybe it was just another flower petal or two). Madison ran into a few of the novice witches and gave them small smiles before continuing on her mission, which landed her in the sitting room, where the supreme was in an intense conversation with none other than Zoe, who didn't even glance up at her entrance.