Creation Of Cremations - Mumscarian Superhero AU

Chapter 15 - Etho

HotGuy visited Grian every day, seizing every possible moment to be by his side. However, none of those visits could compare to the emotional impact of the first day.

As HotGuy wheeled into the room the following night, his heart sank yet simultaneously filled with a glimmer of hope when he noticed Grian's eyes were open. Yet a pang of sadness pierced his heart as he observed his partner in crime's face contorting into an unreadable expression upon making eye contact.

"HotGuy," Grian whispered, his voice barely audible.

HotGuy wasted no time, his desperation transforming into a tender embrace as he wrapped his arms around Grian.

"I thought I lost you," HotGuy whispered, his voice filled with pain and relief.

Grian, limited by his injuries, tried his best to reciprocate the hug, though his movements were restricted and weak. Yet, the connection between them transcended physical limitations, as their embrace conveyed an unspoken understanding and a profound sense of longing. HotGuy held Grian tightly, cherishing the moment and silently vowing to do everything in his power to help his partner heal. In that tender embrace, they found solace, a glimmer of hope amidst the adversity they faced.

"You're not...freaked out?" Grian mumbled.

"Freaked out?" HotGuy lifted his head, his eyes filled with a mixture of concern and affection. "Grian, I couldn't imagine a better person to be under the mask. But what about you? How are you feeling about all of this?"

"No one else saw right?" Grian's gaze faltered, his eyes pleading for reassurance. "It's just you and Martin, right?"

HotGuy's heart sank as he grappled with the weight of the truth and the burden of the lie he was about to speak. He recalled DeviousMan's warning from the previous night, the importance of preventing Grian from panicking even more.

"No, Grian," HotGuy replied, his voice trembling slightly. "It's just us two. No one else knows."

Grian's chest suddenly tightened as another gutting reality set in.

"So that means you saw..." Grian gasped.

"Saw what?" HotGuy inquired.

"My...chest..." Grian finally mumbled.

Grian's cheeks flushed with embarrassment, and he looked away, feeling self-conscious about the exposure of his chest. It was a vulnerable moment that he hadn't expected to share with HotGuy.

"Oh yeah. I'm really sorry but we had to cut your clothes off to check for injuries." HotGuy scratched the back of his neck awkwardly.

"You're not freaked out?" Grian raised an eyebrow. "That I'm...trans?"

HotGuy starred at Grian bewilderedly. Then all the pieces clicked together in his mind.

"Of course not." Hotguy assured him. "I'll be honest it took me a second to realise but I'm not freaked out."

Relief washed over Grian's face, intermingled with tears that silently streamed down his cheeks. The weight of his secret had become almost unbearable, and the fear of judgement and rejection loomed over him.

"I didn't want you to find out this way," Grian admitted, his voice shaking with remorse. "I could have found a way out of it. I should have..."

"Grian, listen to me." HotGuy interrupted gently, his voice filled with compassion. "There was nothing you could have done. This is not your fault. I am the one who should have caught you, who should have protected you.

Grian's eyes met HotGuy's, and in that moment, they understood the depth of their shared responsibility and unwavering support. It was a silent agreement, an unspoken pledge to face the challenges together, to mend the wounds, and to emerge stronger than ever.