Fighter wakes up but he is surprised to see that he fell asleep. He quickly rushes into the bathroom to have a shower. He dresses into a white polo and blue jeans before exiting his house. He enters his car and speeds to the hospital eager to see Tutor, his love.
   Tharn is seated in the dining having coffee and toasted bread while reading the newspaper showing that Tutor was almost killed. He drops the newspaper on the table not interested in reading anymore. He leaves the dining room going upstairs to the balcony that Tutor fell from. He looks down and sees dried blood stains on the ground. He closes his eyes and turns almost jamming Henia.
"I'm sorry sir." Henia bows slightly.
"It's alright. How are you?" Tharn looks at her with concern. It must have been horrible seeing Tutor like that.
"I'm fine. I'm coping with it. How's Tutor?"
"He's... fine. The doctor said we have to see if he recovers or not."
"Oh no." Henia covers her mouth in shock.
Tharn walks past her but stops then he turns towards her.
"Did you hear or see anything suspicious after you saw Tutor?" Tharn asks.
Henia thinks for a moment, "I didn't."
"Okay." Tharn leaves to get ready to go to the hospital.
     Type couldn't get what Fighter said to Tharn out of his head. Could Tharn have tried to killed Tutor? He often thinks about Tharn but now there's a possibility Tharn could have harmed Tutor, what is he supposed to do? He can't like a murderer. He has to meet Fighter and ask what he meant by that statement. He leaves the dining table abruptly earning looks from his parents. He goes to the bedroom and grabs his phone on his bed. He dials Fighter's number and calls him. His number comes out "Heart" as it is saved as. He feels nothing seeing it and before he knows it, it begins ringing. He puts it on loudspeaker and drops the phone on the bed so he can change into a new set of clothes. It stops ringing. What does he expect? Fighter won't pick his call but he hopes to find him in the hospital.
 
           A taxi stops infront of Type's house. Sarocha comes out and the taxi drives off. She looks around but sees no one. She wants to ring the bell but she is afraid. She musters up courage to press it but the gate opens revealing Type.
"Type, it's you." Sarocha couldn't believe it. How long has it been since she last saw her son?
Type looks behind him hoping no one sees Sarocha here.
"What are you doing here?" Type closes the gate quickly.
"I came to see you and your family. I came to apologise for what I caused." Sarocha rubs her palms together gently trying to calm herself, "If you take me to jail then so be it."
"That's not happening." Type holds Sarocha's hand and they walk away from the house before anyone sees them. "I'm sorry with the way I reacted when I found out the truth."
"You shouldn't be apologising. You did nothing wrong."
"No I did. I have done so many wrong things. You could have left me or abandoned me but you took care of me, nurtured me. I know we didn't have the most but you made sure I had what were needed."
Tears drop out of Sarocha's eyes hearing all this. She never dreamt it would be like this. She was expecting to be thrown in the police station by now.
"Thank you. But I have to meet your parents so I can apologise to them also no matter the outcome."
Type nods totally understanding her.
"That will be next time. But now I need you to go home and I will call you. I have something important to do now."
"Bye." Sarocha waves at her son as he rushes down the street to get to a taxi.
       Tharn is the first to arrive at the hospital. He takes the elevator to Tutor's room floor. When the elevator reaches the floor, he exits and walks towards Tutor's room. Getting there, he sees the doctor leaving Tutor's room.
"Doctor!" He shouts to get his attention as he hurries towards the doctor.
The doctor stops seeing the young man he recognises calling him. He smiles at the young man.
"Yes, Good morning. How may I help you?" The doctor smiles.
"I'm Tharn. I'm Tutor's husband."
"Oh yes. Please come with me." The doctor says entering the room back and Tharn follows him.
Tharn looks at Tutor and much hasn't changed. He still looks seriously beaten up.
"How is he doing? Is going to get better?" Tharn looks at the doctor preparing to hear the bad news.
The doctor smiles seeing how scared Tharn looks.
"He is going to be fine. He has improved. I don't know how but he is getting better. We are just to keep him stable."
Tharn smiles relieved to hear what the doctor just told him.
"That's good news."
"I will be leaving now." The doctor says before leaving the room. Type enters as soon as the doctor leaves. He stops abruptly not expecting to see Tharn here... already.
Tharn smiles more seeing Type here but Type isn't returning the smile.
"Good morning." Tharn greets.
"Morning." Type replies.
"Are you related to Tutor?" Tharn asks. He didn't see Tutor in their wedding so he wonders how they are related.
Type doesn't really know how to start telling Tharn about the relationship between him and Tutor.
"It's complicated." Type says. He looks at Tutor and back at Tharn. "What are you doing here so early?"
"I came to check up on him. The doctor said he's doing much better now."
"Is that so?" Type asks suspiciously. Tharn notices how strangely Type is behaving towards him.
"Do you think I did this to Tutor?" Tharn puts more seriousness into his voice.
"Yes. I think you did it." Type admits.
"Why would I hurt Tutor? He and I came to agreement about our feelings, that we didn't love each other. We just needed to time to separate but this happened."
"Could it be you actually loved him and you were hurt but you played along only to hurt him because you couldn't fathom him being with someone else."
Tharn couldn't believe a single word he just heard so he walks closer to Type cupping his face gently and pressing his lips to Type's own. Type's eyes widens not expecting it. He puts his hands on Tharn to push him away just then Tharn's hand curves around this waist bringing him closer. He slips his tongue in Type's exploring every inch. He feels his knees buckles and his hands slip away falling to his sides.