"Nice to see you, Miss Ramona" Dr. Cohen smiled, he looks so young to be a doctor.

I just met him a couple months ago, when I heard he was a new doctor I was wary at first and seeing him this young it made me feel uneasy.

I thought he lack experience but he has been studying and researching about the Hanahaki Disease and hearing him talk about it and providing me more knowledge about it made me reconsider my first expression of him.

"Nice to see you again, Dr. Cohen."

"I told you to call me Elijah." He insisted and I just nodded.

" So, how are you feeling today? Miss Ramona."

"Just Ramona would be fine, and I coughed up twice today." He told me its important to let him know how much I've coughed up in a day for him to record it because a Hanahaki Disease patient is a case to case basis and it depends how severe it is. Also, to let him know what kind of medicine he needs to prescribe me.

"Thank you 'just Ramona', and the record book?" Childish. I handed him the notebook he gave me the first time I consulted him, he told me to write down what happened and what triggered my coughs and how many times I coughed up petals in that day.

"I see today is the most huh? was it bad?" He asked.

I nodded, "I'm getting used to it."

"I already gave you your options, its up to you if you want to take the surgery, I do suggest you do it tho."

"And you said the inability to feel love and know what love is an 80% chance I won't love again after I undergo the surgery, right?"

"Well, if you put it that way but it really is a case to case basis, it depends with the patient how strong willed they are, the Hanahaki Disease originally started psychologically until it forms a seed in your heart that it's true that you have no chance with your unrequited love and that's when the seed starts to bloom." He explained, "I know you know how hard it is, are you really going to take the risk of not getting the surgery?"

I started to fidget with my fingers, not being able to know how to be loved and to be in love again? I don't want that.

My feelings for Ollie are real, although it hurts to love him alone and not get my feelings reciprocated, Ollie is the one.

My chest started to constrict again, oh no, this is going to be the third time. For whatever reason, Dr. Cohen knew I was about to cough up petals so he grabbed a basin near his seat and handed it to me.

He stood up and started stroking my back, "As I thought it's progressing really fast, I think we need to get you another x-ray test." I just nodded and took a couple of tissue from the dispenser on his desk to wipe my mouth with.

"Are you okay? Need some water?" He asks.

"Please.." He handed me a bottle from his mini fridge. "Ramona, please think about it, you're still young, please think about it more, reconsider the surgery." His tone was serious and I couldn't help but look at him, I noticed he had green eyes and his face is perfectly chiseled like a Greek God's statue, his hair was a dirty blond hair was a mess but he looked really young to be a known doctor who leads a research for proper cure for the Hanahaki Disease.

I wonder what made him decide that he needs to help find the cure for Hanahaki Disease? I wanted to ask but I didn't want to cross the line so I let go of it for today.

Elijah was kind enough to walk me out the hospital doors while assisting me.

"Drink lots of water, 'just' Ramona', take care on your way home!"

"Thanks again, I'm sorry for the mess." I was talking about the basin with petals we left in his office.

"Don't worry about it!" He waved good bye and went back in when I got in a cab.

When I got home Greta was already back and she was doing her laundry,

"Hey Mona! How was your doctor's appointment?" She asked.

"It was okay, Elijah was nice enough to help me get a cab."

"Elijah?"

"I mean, Dr. Cohen."

"Oh, first name basis now huh? Is he hot?" I think he is.

"I'm tired, sorry Greta I won't be able to make dinner today." I want to go to bed, I've had enough for today.

"It's fine, I'll order something instead, are you going to eat?"

I shook my head, "I'm going to bed, good night."

I settled in bed after changing into some comfortable clothes and tied my hair.

Finally I can rest, but for whatever reason his voice is stuck in my head.

'Ramona, please think about it, you're still young, please think about it more, reconsider the surgery.'