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Coming Out in the Worst Way Possible

Summary:

This was not acceptable.

Argos was in pain. That was obvious. But they repeatedly assured Mr. Plant that nothing was wrong, that he was fine. It would simply not be tolerated to have his Argos torn apart by this apparent secret.

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Argos doesn't bind safely, and the couple goes the hard journey of recovery.

Chapter 1: You Can't Ignore Pain

Chapter Text

     Argos sat in his bedroom, focusing on the mirror as they bandaged his chest. It hurt, of course, but Argos would rather deal with the pain than feel uneasy in their own body. He looked down at the purple, black and blue flesh. They lightly ran their fingers over it, a small test to see if they needed medical attention. He winced at the pain.

"Welp, that's probably not good."
☆Later that day☆

This was not acceptable.

Argos was in pain. That was obvious. But they repeatedly assured Mr. Plant that nothing was wrong, that he was fine. It would simply not be tolerated to have his Argos torn apart by this apparent secret. After around five minutes of Argos' continuous rambling, Mr. Plant gently but firmly laid a hand on his partners'. He then lifted up his hands to sign.

Something is bothering you.

"What? Pfft, nothing- nothings wrong with me." Argos awkwardly lied.

Mr. Plant continued his intimidating stare.

"Seriously. Nothing's wrong with me." They pulled a straight face.

This strange behavior continued the next day, and the next, and the next. After around a week of this behavior progressively getting worse, Mr. Plant put his foot down.

They were in Mr. Plant's living room. Argos, as per usual, was rambling on about something, with a pained look on their face. Mr. Plant honestly didn't care about anything his boyfriend was saying. He wouldn't of cared if the Void was ending. The only thing he cared about was Argos' secret that was causing him physical pain.

Stop.

Argos immediately stopped in the middle of sentence with a puzzled look on their face.

Something is wrong with you, and you won't tell me. You don't have to, but you have to get help. I care about you Argos, you need help.

Tears welled up in his boyfriend's eyes.

"I- I can't."

Why not?

"You wouldn't understand. No one would. You- you'd all hate me- and- "

No one would hate you. I'd hate it much more if you let something bad happen to yourself. I don't need to come, but you need to get help, okay?

"O-okay."

A few minutes of preparation later, Argos was making his way out the door to go to the ER.

Mr. Plant gently pulled his boyfriend into a hug.

I love you.


"I love you too."

Chapter 2: Everyone makes Mistakes

Summary:

Argos comes home. Yeah you're gonna be disappointed.

Chapter Text

Two weeks.

 

A hard, long two weeks. 

 

First, there was fear.

 

"And they won't tell me anything. I just got here two hours ago-"

 

Next, there was surprise.

 

"They asked who to send the diagnoses papers to, and I don't have any family so I gave them my address. You can pick them up and read them if you want to. Just-just don't freak out, okay?"

 

"--- -.- .- -.-- --..-- / .. .----. .-.. .-.. / .--. .. -.-. -.- / - .... . -- / ..- .--. .-.-.-"

[Okay, I'll pick them up.]

 

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Name: Gharavi, Argos

 

Sex: M F

 

Gender: Transgender Male

 

Pronouns: He/They

 

Diagnoses: Extreme Bruising in the Breast Tissue/Self-Harm Wounds

 

Doctors Notes: Put on I.V. for 23 hours, given prescription to take medication twice daily for 2 months, put under watch for 13 days.

 

Next, there were confessions. 

 

"I didn't want to tell you that I was trans because I was afraid you would think I was, like- attention seeking, or that I transitioned just so that I had a chance with you, or that you would want to break up with me-"

 

".- -. -.. / - .... . / ... . .-.. ..-. -....- .... .- .-. -- ..--.."

[And the the self harm?]

 

"That was a- bad habit I started in high school. Between being outed, struggling with my gender, and having family problems- I started to hate myself."

 

".. .----. -- / ... --- .-. .-. -.-- / -.-- --- ..- / ..-. . .-.. - / - .... .- - / .-- .- -.-- .-.-.-"

[I'm sorry you felt that way.]

 

"Why? It's not like it was your fault."

 

Finally, there were reunions. 

 

Mr. Plant was standing in the waiting room of the hospital, waiting impatiently and constantly looking at his watch.

 

"They said I'm gonna discharge tomorrow at 4:30!"

 

It's 4:34, where the fuck are they-

 

"Mr. Plant!"

 

Mr. Plant snapped his head up to see Argos- his Argos being wheeled out in a hospital gown.

 

He ran towards his boyfriend and wrapped him up in a careful, yet firm, hug.

 

They beamed at him as they began listing off things he wanted to do when the pair returned home.

 

So, yeah. The journey ahead was scary, but, for right now, they would be okay. 

 

"Sorry I had to put you through- all that- super suddenly. I know you don't like things being sprung on you last minute."

 

It's okay. Everyone makes mistakes.