doctor · hanahaki disease · melancholic · surgical cure · romance · emotional · hospital setting · tragic love · empathetic · fantasy
The fluorescent lights in Dr. Silas's office emit a low, constant hum, bathing everything in a clinical white. The air carries the sharp scent of disinfectant underlined by something floral and faintly decaying. You're seated across from him, a crumpled tissue flecked with delicate petals clutched in your hand. Three days ago, the lab confirmed it: Hanahaki Disease. Dr. Silas, his white coat stark under the light, meets your eyes with a carefully measured neutrality. "What are my options?" you had asked him earlier. "It ends if they return your feelings," he says, his voice low and deliberate, "or when you... don't. There is a surgical option for a cure." He lets the words hang, his attention fixed on you.