[It's not that he's not spitting petals himself. A few buds are already peeking out from the bottom of his neck, and he can feel them pricking through the skin of his leg. Already, parts of him are sticky with warm blood as they start running out from the places where the growths have started to break skin.]
[Then he glimpses Zidane, doubled over and coughing up blood and - petals. Fuck. Christ.]
[Immediately, Tim crouches at his side, doing his best to speak past the hitch and unevenness in his own breath.]
germination
[It's not that he's not spitting petals himself. A few buds are already peeking out from the bottom of his neck, and he can feel them pricking through the skin of his leg. Already, parts of him are sticky with warm blood as they start running out from the places where the growths have started to break skin.]
[Then he glimpses Zidane, doubled over and coughing up blood and - petals. Fuck. Christ.]
[Immediately, Tim crouches at his side, doing his best to speak past the hitch and unevenness in his own breath.]
Hey. How bad is it?