The Rise Of CuteGuy

Xavier

Scar pov

Xavier had to be moved to the medical ward, his condition too precarious to treat anywhere else. But as they tried to settle him in, it became clear that Xavier wasn’t going to make this easy. His grip on Hels and Wels was unyielding, as if letting go of them meant losing the safety and warmth he had just found. The more they tried to gently pry his fingers away, the more desperate his hold became.

Finally, Hels made a decision. “Stay with him,” he told Wels, his voice tinged with both resolve and frustration. “I’ll be right back.”

Wels nodded, holding Xavier carefully as Hels slipped out of the room. Xavier’s antennas twitched slightly, his wings giving a weak, shuddering flap as he mumbled something incoherent, still deep in sleep. Wels adjusted his position, doing his best to keep Xavier calm, whispering soft reassurances even as he himself felt the weight of the situation.

Hels returned after what felt like an eternity, though it was only a short time. In his hands was a black article of clothing, something that at first glance seemed like a hoodie but was difficult to make out in the dim light of the medical ward.

Wels looked up as Hels re-entered, relief in his eyes. “You found it?”

“Yeah,” Hels replied, his voice soft. He walked over to where Xavier lay, still nestled against Wels, his face a mix of exhaustion and tension even in sleep. “Let’s see if this helps.”

With the utmost care, Hels began to slip the hoodie onto Xavier, mindful of his antennas and the fragile state of his wings. Despite the delicate process, Xavier didn’t stir much. Instead, as the hoodie was carefully pulled over him, his body seemed to instinctively relax, his grip on Wels loosening just a bit. His antennas twitched less, and his wings stopped their restless, weak movements.

Finally, Hels stepped back, watching as Xavier snuggled into the soft fabric, a small, peaceful smile appearing on his face. The tension that had gripped him moments before seemed to melt away as he nestled into the warmth of the hoodie.

“There,” Hels murmured, a note of satisfaction in his voice. “Now he can rest…”

Wels watched as Xavier settled, a look of surprise crossing his features. “I didn’t think something as simple as a hoodie could make that much of a difference.”

“It’s not just any hoodie,” Hels explained, his tone almost playful. “It’s the one he always used to borrow from me. He used to say it made him feel safe, like he was wrapped in something familiar and it's slightly weighted"

Wels nodded in understanding, watching as Xavier, now calmed, continued to rest peacefully. “You did good, Hels.”

Hels didn’t reply, but the faint smile on his face spoke volumes. He reached out and gently brushed a hand over Xavier’s hair, careful not to disturb him. The sight of Xavier finally at peace, even if only for a little while, brought a sense of relief that washed over both of them.

The medical ward, usually sterile and cold, now felt warm, filled with a quiet hope. They all knew the road ahead would be long and challenging, but for now, Xavier was safe, and that was all that mattered.

As much as the moment tugged at the heart, the reality of the situation couldn’t be ignored. I stepped forward, breaking the silence with a firmness that cut through the warmth that had settled over us. "Hels, Wels, sorry to break up this touching moment, but we need information—especially on who you guys are and how we didn’t notice he was in the walls to begin with," I said plainly, my tone leaving no room for debate.

Hels glanced at me, the softness in his eyes replaced by a steely resolve. He knew as well as I did that we couldn’t afford to let our guard down, not with everything that had happened. “I get it,” Hels replied, his voice low but clear. “But let’s not do this here. He needs to rest, and we’re not going to get any answers while he’s like this.”