the mark

physical therapist

A month passed and type had to go back to work. Laying in bed for the whole month tharns body needed a physical therapist.
After what happened a month ago tharn brought back his staff and told type to leave him alone.
Type tried to leave after he told him that but tharn grabbed his hand telling him, he was not going to leave the house.
Type was in the living room watching a show not really paying attention. He didn't know how long he could stay.
They weren't on speaking terms and he slept in his room.
Tharn getting weak he had to hire a physical therapist since his legs atrophied.
Only thing type could think was how he handled the situation. If he just told tharn he loved him he could have helped him.
He shook his head.
Your the reason why he's like this type. It's all your fault.
Taking a huge intake he heard the door bell ring.
Getting up he went to it opening to gawk.
It was a man, handsome, probably in his mid twenties. Type looked him over.
So this would be the guy who was going to have his hands on tharn.
Type didn't show it but he was jealous.
He nodded letting him in.
Type went first leading him to tharn.
"Your the physical therapist?"
"Yes sir."
"What's your name?"
"Toey tey."
Type nodded.
They went to tharns room, type knocked on the door.
Hearing a faint yes he opened it.
Types heart skipped a beat. He hadent seen tharn in over a week.
Gulping he leaned to.the door letting the man in.
He went in going to tharn.
Tharn eyed him then type with narrowed eyes.
Type looked down but didn't move.
Being a month he knew tharn probably hated him by now.
Then his eyes went up when tharn shifted to toey taking the blanket off for him to me bend down to evaluate his legs.
Type gritted his teeth.
You have no right to be jealous type.
He took calming breathes.
"Well you have good motion so i see in a months time i can get you walking again."
He then stood up to look down at tharn.
"They've atrophied a bit but how is your injury."
Tharn fought against looking at type.
"Its fine. My doctor came yesterday to tell me its healing well."
Type flinched.
Toey nodded.
"Well today I'm just here to evaluate you."
"Tomorrow will be the real work."
He nodded then walked to type, flinching a bit. Unknown to type He gave him a death glare.
Type watched him leave then he was about to shut the door til tharn stopped him.
"Type i.need to.go to the bathroom."
He gulped looking to the ground.
"Ill go.."
"No help me up. Its not that far."
Type nodded.
He was going to touch tharn.
Taking calming breathes he walked to him, his heart thumped heavily.
He got to him bending down putting his arm over his shoulder.
Tharn.was only in his shorts.
Type was slightly hyperventilating.
Tharn looked to type.
"I'm not that heavy."
He gave a small smirk.
Type nodded with no expression.
Putting his full weight on himself he helped him slowly to the bathroom.
Once inside type looked to the toilet questionally.
How would this work?
Tharn looked to the side to type.
"I really have to pee."
"Um.can you stand by yourself?"
"Type, its not like you haven't held my.."
Type looked to the side.
He knew what tharn was getting at.
His heart raced.
Shuffling them he stood behind tharn holding him up.
"I know you're arms work."
Tharn rolled his eyes.
He took himself out to pee.
After type helped him to the sink to wash his hands.
Then he put his arm around his shoulder again taking him to the bedroom.
Once inside he flopped tharn to his back on the bed.
Type hovered over tharn.
They looked at each other eyes darting back and Forth.
Tharn brought his hand up to run his fingers across his cheek.
Types lips parted.
His body craved tharns.
The heart took over types body. He closed his eyes to lean down. They both breathed heavily in there kiss.
Both were craving it.
They let there tongues out to lather each of them in there mouths.
Tharn brought his other hand up to put it on his neck but he twiched a bit in pain.
Types mind came into play.
He pushed himself from tharn to run out of the room
Tharn Breathed heavily looking to the ceiling. Then he put his hands over his eyes in frustration.
"For fucks sake!"
Type had ran all the way to the back yard pacing back and Forth.
"What the hell is wrong with you!"
"First you fall in love with him, you get him shot, then this!"
Type then fell on his butt to the ground letting the tears fall.
He bent his body slightly putting his hands limply to his lap.
"You have too leave!"
"Your just hurting him. He doesn't deserve this."
He then flopped backwards looking to the sky seeing the moon.
"Your a cold hearted bastard type."
"You deserve to be alone."