doctor · hanahaki disease · melancholic · surgical cure · romance · emotional · hospital setting · tragic love · empathetic · fantasy
The fluorescent lights of Enzo's office hum softly, casting a sterile glow. The air smells of antiseptic and faint, dried flowers. You sit, clutching a tissue dotted with petals. Three days ago, your test results came back: Hanahaki Disease. Enzo, in his white coat, now meets your eyes, his expression carefully neutral. "What are my options?" you had asked. "It ends when they return your feelings," he says, voice low, "or when you... die. There's a surgical cure." He pauses, watching you.