forum Super Hero vs Super Villain one-on-one? (closed)

Started August 17, 2018 by @Sugar-Lover

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“Are you sure though? You’ll still have to pay a little bit, won’t you?” Marcos said finally, hoping that Justin didn’t see how red his face was getting. He settled for fidgeting with his fingers.

"Your hospital bill for me is equivalent to you going to the .50 cents store and buying a single item. Maybe even cheaper." Justin looked at Marcos completely oblivious to his red face, just thinking it was part of being in the hospital.

“That doesn’t stop me from feeling bad. Your paying would be equivalent to, for me, an entire house and four years of college. Maybe even more expensive.” Marcos crossed his arms over his chest.

"It's no problem. I would rather spend my money on you than random crap like a private jet." Justin waved Marcos off.

“But-“ Marcos couldn’t think of any other objection. He just felt terrible about it, he was the one who brought his injuries upon himself. He should pay the price. Marcos huffed a breath then swung his legs over the side of the bed, making sure a firm hand was on the back of his hospital gown so it wouldn’t fly open, and stood. Marcos regretted that decision immediately when his legs were so tired and sleepy that he wobbled forward, about to fall face first on the floor.

Justin noticed Marcos' movements and caught him right before he fell. "You're not supposed to get up, your bed alarm will go off."

“But I’m fine,” Marcos complained wearily, despite still hanging from Justin’s arms. A slight draft caught him again, and Marcos nearly fell again trying to cover up.

Justin placed him back in bed. "Are you sure? Because you've been unconscious for three days."

“Three days?” Marcos’s jaw dropped open as he stared at his crush. No, he’s not my crush, he’s my roommate. “I couldn’t have been out that long, I just lost some blood.” A lot of it. Justin hadn’t even seen the pool of blood I had woken up in…

"Some blood? You almost died from your lack of blood. The nurse said you passed out before the knocked you out for surgery." Justin spoke.

“No…” Marcos trailed off, “The doctor had given me a shot, that knocked me out.” It took a few seconds for Marcos to realize that he didn’t need to be knocked out for a simple tetanus shot. He looked at Justin skeptically, “Did they really put me into surgery?”

“Yes. You lost a lot of blood. They had to give you blood and fix all you cuts. You had a really bad one on the back of your neck.”

Marcos was absolutely shocked. They had to give him blood it was so dangerously low. Marcos looked at Justin, furrowing his brow. He’d always avoided getting his blood drawn, mostly because he was worried that his powers would be reveal or something like that, so he asked, “What blood type am I?”

“Your blood type was O. It was easier for them since they could give you any blood they had on hand.” Justin was glad for that because he could have died before the got the right blood. “On your neck you have a giant cut also. The had to bandage that up.”

Marcos slid his hand on his neck, prodding at where the gash had been. It felt like they had stitched it up. Marcos chewed his lip. It was all his fault that he’d gotten in this mess. He sighed, staring at his hands, “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have gone on out this morning, I just-“ Marcos needed to get it out, that heavy weight sitting in his throat.

“It’s fine. Just go out with me from now on.” Justin grabbed Marcos' had, avoiding the wires and tubes.

“I-“ Can’t, can’t can’t, “I dunno. What about when you want time for yourself? I doubt it would happen twice…” As much as Marcos wanted to spend time with Justin, his income was from thieving. And he couldn’t let Justin pay for everything.

“I have alone time when you sleep.”

“When will you sleep?” Marcos pointed out stubbornly, crossing his arms.

“When I sleep is when I sleep. Duh.”

“You’ll get sick of me, and besides,” Marcos huffed a breath and grumbled, “What about your crush? The dinner we were supposed to have tonight.” Here it was, the pump in Marcos’s throat heavy.

"It was a couple days ago and we took a rain check. Plus how could I get tired of you?"

“Justin I like you,” Marcos blurted before he could even think. He had needed to get it out. He couldn’t look at Justin though and his eyes stung as water seemed to well up in them. Their friendship would come crashing down, don’t cry, Justin would be disgusted, don’t cry, and Marcos would be heartbroken, don’t cry don’t cry don’t cry. A tear slipped from his eye and Marco wiped it away furiously, hiding his face with his hands.

"Wait. What?" Justin stood up from shock. Marcos likes me back? How could this be possible? "You- you like me?"

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry,” Marcos got out, a bit muffled from his hands over his face, “You were my crush, but you’re -hic- straight,” Marcos was full on crying now, and he tucked his knees to his chest and shrunk.

“Wait don’t cry. Why are you crying?” Justin took Marcos' hand trying to relax him.”Why do you need to be sorry?”

“B-B-Because you’ll be disgusted with me and we won’t be friends and my heart hurts -hic-“ Marcos dissolved into a fit of sobs, not daring looked at Justin for just the fear of more emotional pain.

“Why would I be disgusted? There’s nothing to be disgusted by.” Justin looks at Marcos.

“Y-You’re straight, don’t you see?” Marcos bawled, gosh he was such a crybaby, “And so it’ll never work out and -hic-“ Marcos tried to hold it in, letting out a small, pained noise.

“Who said I was straight?” Justin forgot he never told him.