Until the Meet Cute!

Part 8

Ivar was lying on the bed with his left leg and arm fractured, packed, and tied to the ceiling. He was puling in pain. His dad was sitting in grief, watching the condition of his son, with four huge men surrounding the room, hands folded in the front, giving no emotion whatsoever. A thin geeky man was trying to pacify Ivar's father. 

"I don't understand this boy...why did he have to go there...where did I go wrong in telling him not to meddle in this matter..." he was shaking his head. 

The geeky man, Mr. James, was pacifying Ivar's father.

"It's not your fault sir. Young kids these days are very aggressive. They think they can solve anything. Please calm down sir. The doctor said he will be better soon. Their bones can heal faster." 

Ivar's father sighed. He was a well-known business tycoon, a fierce competitor of Mr. Tadashi. Their rivalry was a generation business and was well known in the business world. 

Type and his friends knocked on the door.  One of the huge men turned to open it. Type was startled looking at so many people.  

"Um...is Ivar here?" He asked nervously. 

Ivar's father, Mr. Somchai, responded. "Yes, come in."

They entered the room when Ivar started to cry louder calling Type. Type reached to him asking him to calm down. Mr. Somchai left in despair. The huge men also left along with him. 

"Ivar...what happened to you?" Type asked after everyone left. 

Ivar kept crying. Champ couldn't take it. 

"What the hell did you do get so much beaten by those men?" Champ asked. 

Ivar was dumbfounded. "How did you..." He uttered.

"Not just me...quite a few people know it...the whole Uni must be knowing now..." Champ said. 

Ivar went quiet. Techno asked Champ to stop pestering. 

"I did pay the bills..." Ivar muttered. 

"They beat you into pulp just because you didn't pay bills? I don't buy this." Techno said. 

Ivar sighed. "I used to go to their pub to bet. I lost quite a number of coins. Coz of dad, I asked them to bill it to me. Dad refused to pay. I didn't have money. I tried to buy some time. But in the end, those bouncers caught me." Ivar narrated. 

"Serves you right...why did you go gambling? And boy, Mr. Somchai is your dad...imagine his frustration. I didn't know you were his son until I saw him today. This is such a shame. I wonder how hospitals are managing the papz." Said Techno.

"I know...he is upset...this hasn't leaked out I am guessing..." Ivar said.

"You're guessing wrong..." Champ said. "Your video is going to be up soon...be ready for that..."

Ivar was flustered. He didn't know how to respond. 

"I am sure dad will take care..." Ivar was getting nervous. 

"You bet he does..." Techno said. 

Ivar's dad came in. "Son, I need to airlift you from here." He was very angry. His PA explained. 

"Your video is up on social media. The Papz are already here. They are asking about you. We've spoken to the hospital. We are trying to keep this low. It will be difficult. Your dad's business is getting affected because of this." He said. 

"Pa...I am..."Ivar wanted to apologize. Mr. Somchai lifted his hand to stop him from saying anything further. 

"Ask your friends to leave. And no word should go out." He said sternly.

"Sir, we can help..." Type offered. 

Mr. Somchai hesitated but then he listened to Type's idea and agreed. 

Techno laid down on the stretcher, fully covered and fake plastered. Type and Champ changed into nurse's dresses. Mr. Somchai and two of his guards walked with them. They went through the backdoor. Unfortunately, there were papz there too. They somehow managed to upload Techno in an ambulance. Soon the word spread that Mr. Somchai was taking his son in an ambulance. They went after the ambulance. 

"I hope your idea works, son." Mr. Somchai said. Type was quiet. 

Sooner the papz had left the hospital and they went after the ambulance. Meanwhile, Mr. Somchai spoke to his PA, they got the helicopter ambulance to airlift their son to their farmhouse, far from the main city.  

The ambulance reached A-Star hospital, which was an elite hospital, Mr. Somchai hid in the ambulance while Type and Techno got down and two more nurses ran to get the stretcher down. The papz went crazy when they saw Techno instead of Ivar.

"Where is Mr. Somchai?" They inquired. 

Champ and Type did not answer, they rushed immediately when Techno started to wail in pain. The papz were flustered. While the ambulance left to the garage of the hospital, where a taxi was waiting for Mr. Somchai and his guards to take them to their destination. 

Mr. Somchai had made arrangements for Techno. He knew they couldn't let Techno escape immediately as the papz would still be lingering to find the truth. So he had to stay in the hospital, enjoying the 5-star service with Champ who agreed to stay with him for a week until this settled. 

Type returned to his dorm, exhausted with such a long day. He never thought he could make it. But that was fun. When he reached home, Tharn was waiting for him. He immediately hugged him as he entered the room. Type was surprised. A small hint of smile plastered on his lips. 

"Type..." Tharn whispered. 

"I was worried about you..." Tharn continued. 

"Ahem..." a squeaky sound came out of the room. "Oh shut up, Lhong..." Tharn said. He moved away from Type who stood there frozen. 

"Um...what happened?" He asked innocently. 

"Don't act innocent, Type...We know what happened to Ivar...and we saw the entire episode on TV...Techno must be enjoying his time there..." Lhong teased him. 

Type started to laugh. Something, Tharn had been missing for a long time. 

"He told you..." Type said.

"Yep...all the details..." Lhong winked. 

"Well...as long as Techno is with me...I am all covered." Type teased back. 

This easy ambiance was bothering Tharn a lot. When did they become such good buddies? He wondered. 

"Now that you are okay...please have dinner...Tharn has not eaten the whole day, except for his fingernails..." Lhong said. 

Type's heart melted. Why? He wanted to ask, but let that stay in his heart for now. 

Lhong went to get dinner leaving the two (love) birds together. 

"You okay?" Type asked Tharn. Tharn nodded. 

"What happened to him?" Tharn inquired. 

"He said he didn't pay his due bills...so got beaten by the pub bouncers." Type answered. 

Tharn nodded. To be beaten so badly, just for unpaid bills. Tharn had many questions and so did Type. 

"I want to take a bath..." Type muttered shyly and left to pick his towel. 

Tharn hugged him from behind. "Can I help you?" He asked sincerely coz he was worried Type might faint like last time since he looks exhausted. 

"I won't faint" Type answered reading Tharn's mind. 

Tharn let him go. 

The moment Type unlocked the washroom door, he turned to look at Tharn. He looked like he had lost something precious. 

Type bit his lips. "I will need someone to scrub my back though...I am stinking..." He went inside unlocking the door. 

Tharn smiled.