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don't make me regret this

Pulling up next to the hospital type told duma, he parked to then look to type.
"What is the room number?"
"202."
"Same last name?"
Type nodded to then place his hand to the door to start to open to then stop.
Type gritted his teeth, to then turn his head to see duma had his hand wrapped to his other wrist. He then slowly looked up to him.
"I know your not suppose to touch me."
Duma took in a very deep breathe.
"I don't want to touch you, were not suppose to be here, please...... Don't make me regret this. I could lose my job, my personal life will be greatly affected."
Type looked over his hard face to then nod.
"I'm not lying. Park the car, I'll be there."
Duma looked over type to sign, to then let him go to nod.
Type then got out to watch him go to look about.
This..... Could be your chance but.....
Type turned to look over the hospital.
Shaking his head, type then went forth to go to that room.
After parking the car, duma felt his phone to go off, he answered to place to his ear.
"Tyro?"
"You are a giantic son of a bitch! I go and take a shower then your gone and haven't come back!"
Duma took in a deep breathe.
"Tyro, Im working, we will discuss this when I get home."
"Fuck.....you! I won't be here!"
Duma rolled his eyes to then take the phone before his face to shake his head.
Placing his phone back to his coat he then got up to go about.
Please be there.
Going about, he then went into the hospital to ask about that room to then go in to see type sitting to a chair that was close to a man who was laying down breathing in deep, with his eyes closed.
Duma looked him over to then eye type has he had his hand over his to be staring intently at him.
"This..... Is your father?"
Type nodded.
"He had a mild stroke...... At least we thought it was after my mother passed away, the doctors found bleeding in the brain, he's been in a coma for the last 4 years."
Duma looked down to wrap his arms about.
"If you wish to me to wait outside I will."
"Mm.....will you?"
Duma nodded to go about.
Type took in a deep breathe to take his hand away to really eye his father.
"Really wish you would wake up......I.... Have so much to tell you and advice I wish to hear from you."
Type started to chew at his inner cheek to take in a very deep breathe.
"I...... Think I've turned gay..... I'm currently living with a man.....it was forced at first but now......I can't seem to want to leave anymore, I really don't know what to do. I want to know more about him but he just wont talk to me, don't even know what we are. I know you told me to find a nice girl, get married and have children, I..... Don't think that is going to happen anymore..... Well..... Maybe without a surrogate...."
Types eyes widened to then get up to go to the window to look outside.
"I'm getting ahead of myself, don't even know what him and I even are.......god when did I turn into this!"
Type placed his hands to his eyes to rub, to then let them down to turn his body to the near by wall to then wrap his arms about to look at his father.
"Really wish you would wake up, I really don't know what to do anymore, I..... Think I've fallen in love."
Type hung his head to start to chuckle to himself.
"God.....Im pathetic....."
Type signed to then move his head up to go back to the chair to place his elbows to the edge of the bed to fully eye his father.
"Really wish you could tell me what to do, wish you would just wake up!"
Type placed his hand over his to then close his eyes to let a tear fall, he was overally confused.
Taking in a deep breathe a bit later, he then got up to then move about, to look across the way.
Duma was to a wall with his head hung sending a text to tyro telling him he better be there when he got home.
Looking up after he pressed sent, duma eyed over type to place his phone to his coat to then step towards him.
Type made a face.
"Let's go back."
Duma nodded to move his hand out for type to go first, type did just that for them to have a silent car ride back.
Going in, duma followed after.
"We should go to the kitchen, it's about lunch."
Type moved to keep moving forward to go to the table to sit to eye down. Duma stood to the side to fully eye him..
"What it is you would like?"
"I don't really care. Thank you."
"Maybe, he will come out of this...."
Type wrapped his arms about.
"I really don't want to talk about this, also.....I have made sure to keep that part of my self private, please do not tell your employer."
Duma nodded.
"Um....If I may ask, do you face any siblings? Can they help?"
Type shook his head.
"I'm an only child, my aunts and uncle's can't really help."
Duma looked over type to then turn to leave, type then looked up.
"Um....sir?"
Duma stopped to then turn his head to eye.
"Yes?"
"Who.... Were you talking to when I came out of the room. Your employer?"
Duma shook. His head.
"My personal life."
Type made a face.
"Is watching me getting you into trouble?"
Duma took in a deep breathe.
"Everything is handled. I need to fix you lunch."
Type watched duma go to then hang his head.
Damnit tharn! I don't want to cause anyone hard ship!
Type took in a very deep breathe.
Just wait until you get home, we will be having a fucking conversation!