Well-Rounded : OPM X Invincible Fan Fic

Chapter 44: Clean-up Duty

This is a work of fan fiction based on Invincible and OPM, created by their original authors. I do not own any of the characters or settings from the original work, and no copyright infringement is intended. This fanfic is created solely for entertainment purposes.

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*Beep... beep... beep...*

"Oh... Nolan... *sniffle... sniffle...* Mark... *sob sob sniffle...*"

Debbie sat next to her husband, Nolan Greyson, as he lays motionless on the bed. The sounds of the heart monitor and hum of the air conditioner joined her sorrows. Her lover was a wrapped in layers of bandages. His head covered in a cast. The cast molds around his face and only exposing his eyes, upper head, and nose to breathe in air. However, one eye is covered with a gauss.

The rest of his body had the same treatment, bandages hugging his large muscular form and limbs being cemented. As a viltrumite, he didn't need a dextrose or stitches as his healing factor did the work. But the amount of damage he took made his body and internal organs struggle to reconstruct from the trauma.

Debbie kept wiping the exposed part of Nolan's head with a damp cloth. A desperate and probably a coping mechanism for the pain she is experiencing. The constant wiping and quiet sobs were already a sign on how vulnerable she is at the moment.

"*Sniffle... sob... sob...*"

The woman's hearth ache for every tear that fell down her cheek, even more so as he tends to her son with the same manner of care. Wiping her child's forehead with a damp cloth. The boy was fast asleep and his condition normal.

But the burns on his neck was still there. Patched of faded marks present but not entirely gone, his young body not fully developed with a strong healing factor.

"Debbie..." Cecil spoke quietly.

He had been in the room for the entire time. Standing near the doorway exit. Armed guards posted on both sides of the door from the outside. Unmoving and faces hidden behind masks with visors over their eyes. They could only stay silent and tune out the conversation their superior is having.

"Huu... I'm... I'm sorry that we couldn't help Nolan. We didn't expect some space monster with time and space capabilities would do a number on him."

He shifted his eyes towards the seemingly lifeless body. Knowing full well what actually happened and was going with the bald man's poor excuse of a reason.

---Flashback---

"A monster?" One of the reporters repeated as he pushes his mice forwards

"Yeah... a huge monster that has time and space powers. Nolan over their beat the crap out of it and it went running. So... uhmm, do any of you have a cellphone? We need an ambulance here."

"What did the monster look like?!"

"Where were you in the scene of the battle?!"

"Did the monsters attack took your clothes off too?!"

"Did you even fight?? that's the question!"

The reporters kept buzzing and pushing microphones towards him. Cameras filled the place with flashes. Saitama raised both of his hands, his palms blocking the microphones from getting close and his eyes squinting from the constant flashes.

"Did you guys even heard what I said? Onion man needs help..." he pointed behind him.

The bald man leans a little forward for their microphones to has his voice heard.

"A few more questions bald menace..."

"Mr. bald hero man, can we..."

"Bald menace..."