There are flowers pushing through his skin, through his lungs, probably through the walls of other organs if the nausea and how he keeps throwing up clumps of petals means anything.
But he isn't dead yet.
Faust might not let him in the clinic anymore, but Yukio does still have a store of herbs in his treehouse and he's been trying to figure things out, but he doesn't know enough, isn't good enough yet. And he knows the cure. He just...
He's looking for Ginko today. It's going to take all day, he's reaches his limit physically just getting out of his house, almost falls down the ladder. But he has to keep going, so he does.
"Ginko-san?" He says, while standing at the door of a cottage. He thinks it's the right place, but it's hard to tell. He's dizzy, exhausted from just walking over here, too hot, and he can't smell anything but blood and vomit.
b- jan 7th
But he isn't dead yet.
Faust might not let him in the clinic anymore, but Yukio does still have a store of herbs in his treehouse and he's been trying to figure things out, but he doesn't know enough, isn't good enough yet. And he knows the cure. He just...
He's looking for Ginko today. It's going to take all day, he's reaches his limit physically just getting out of his house, almost falls down the ladder. But he has to keep going, so he does.
"Ginko-san?" He says, while standing at the door of a cottage. He thinks it's the right place, but it's hard to tell. He's dizzy, exhausted from just walking over here, too hot, and he can't smell anything but blood and vomit.