Survival [TharnType]

Chapter 4

Type could feel a wet cloth running down his body. He wanted to shiver from the cold, but couldn't move a muscle. He could only hope that it was Tharn who had returned, that he had come to save him, while dreading the moment when he would have to confront him. He let himself go, fell asleep again, just to forget for a few hours. 

When he woke up again, the sun was shining in the room. He opened his eyes with some difficulty, terrified to face the truth. Sitting on the bed beside him, Tharn looked at him with a gentle smile, concern still on his face.

- Type... You're finally awake. How are you feeling? You've been asleep for 24 hours.

- I'm... I'm better... Have you been back long?

The footballer didn't dare look him in the eye. He glanced quickly at his phone to see that the notification light was on. Anxiety gripped his throat at the very thought of looking at what he had received. He was sure he would get a message from him. He had to ask for more pictures. 

The warm hand that rested on his forehead brought him back to reality. He looked up in surprise, and met Tharn's gaze. He stood there for long seconds. He wanted to throw himself into his arms, to tell him everything, to let him protect him, to let him forget about the whole thing. He just wanted to feel better for a few hours. 

He opened his mouth, ready to say everything. The beeping of his phone stopped him. He looked quickly to see that it was him again. Type held out a trembling hand to read the message. He was several messages behind. 

I really like this outfit, I'll need more photos with it

I'd like to see you in your football uniform again. Do you remember? Like the first time

[Photo of Tharn entering the building]

I hope that the presence of your boyfriend will not prevent you from sending me photos. It would be a shame if I had to pay him a little visit

Type trembled, he closed his eyes, so as not to let any tears escape. 

- Type ? Is everything OK? What did you get?

As Tharn went to grab his phone, to see what was making his fiancé so upset, he locked it. 

- Nothing. I'm feeling better. Thank you.

The footballer put his neutral mask back on, pushed Tharn, and the blanket at the same time, and stood up. His legs, too weak, almost let him fall. In a fraction of a second, he found himself against the body of the drummer.

- Type...

- Leave me alone!

Type pushed him away violently. Tharn was too shocked to say anything. He didn't understand what was going on, and it was killing him. The footballer was too terrified that his fiancé might be in danger to let him near him. 

- Don't touch me. Don't come near me. I don't need your help. I can take care of myself.

 - What? But, Type... Shit! Tell me what happens at the end!

- You don't need to know. 

The two men stared into each other's eyes, both angry, both trying to protect the other, but neither would let it happen.

- Please Type... Don't do this to me...

- I don't do anything.

- Is it because of the wedding? You want to... Do you want to cancel?