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"You must seriously hate me, tharn." Type mumbles at tharn as they walk into the hospital door.

Tharn don't reply anything to that instead he carefully helps type to walk inside the hospital as he's weak. After yesterday's decision, tharn did bring type to hospital against his interest because type didn't want to come. So, he's kinda grumpy but tharn doesn't mind as long as if it means to get type well. Type's health is scaring him and to addition to that, type isn't getting well like type keeping saying rather he's becoming weak day by day. Thus, tharn had no choice but to bring type to hospital even if he's against it.

"Excuse me, we made an appointment with the name type. Can you check it once?" Tharn asks the receptionist as they stand at the reception area.

"Sure, sir. Just a minute." The lady nods and starts checking the monitor, "yes, sir it's there. The doctor is in the room number 6. Take a left turn and you'll find him." She tells tharn.

"Thank you." Tharn thanks herband walks in the direction the lady told him.

Once they're at the door, they take a seat on the chairs available there and wait for their call along with the other patients.

"If the doctor prescribes injunctions, I'm not going to take them. Tell him to give tables or tonics." Type pouts as they sit.

"I'll not do that because the doctor knows the best kind of medicine. If you'll get fine by tables, he'll prescribe that we don't need to ask." Tharn says gently while brushing type's hair that fell on his eyes.

"But.." type starts but he couldn't continue. Tharn waits for him to talk and after thinking, type opens his mouth again and moves his face closer to tharn's ear as he whispers, "I'm scared of injunctions."

When he pulls back, his face and ears turned red and he immediately looks at the other side. In any other situation, tharn would laugh and might tease type but now knowing type's health, all he felt is sad for his husband. Now, he prays the doctor doesn't suggest injunctions for type.

"Don't worry, he didn't check you yet. We don't know what he'll prescribe." He tries to make type feel better.

Hearing tharn's words, type turns to him and nods his head. Just then, the nurse calls his name asking him to get in. Type instinctly holds tharn's hand.

"I'm here, let's go." Tharn assures type and leads him to the room.

They enter into the room and the doctor asks them what's the problem. Tharn explains him how type became unwell from the past few days and that he's getting weak as days pass by and that how he's not eating well. The doctor listens to tharn carefully and performs some tests on type.

"The results will be out in few minutes. Please wait outside." The doctor says after sending the test samples for checking.

They both nod at him and leave the room. They sit back in the chairs and wait for the results.

"There must be something wrong with me, he performed many tests." Type speaks as he gazes as tharn.

"Not really, all those tests are very basic tests and are usually performed for everyone. The results are not out yet, don't assume things." Tharn states and holds type's hand tightly.

He's scared as much as type is but he don't want to look scared in type's eyes. If he's confident, then only type will be okay. If type knows he's scared, that would scare type even more. Though he said the tests are very commonly performed check ups, he hopes everything would come out well. And the results would be in favour of them.

They wait for about fifteen minutes before type's name gets called again. Wearily they go inside and find the doctor going through the reports. When he hear the door sound, he looks up from the reports and asks them to take seats. They do as told before exchanging a look and wait for the doctor to speak up.

"I went through your reports. There's nothing serious, seems like it's a food poison but a little severe. That maybe be why he's weak. I'll prescribe some medicine. Make sure he eats light and mild food which his body accepts easily. Don't give him heavy food or anything which he can't digest because that would cause more problem. Have some fruit juices and fruits as snacks instead of oily food as fruits are easy to digest and are healthy. Follow these few instructions and have the medicines on time. He'll be fine in four days to one week." The doctor instructs making them both release a sigh of relief.

"Thank you, doctor." Tharn thanks the doctor who nods at him in return.

Tharn takes the reports and the prescription as they leave the room. Walking out, they buy the medicine from the hospital's medical center and finally leave from there. The drive to home is silent because type fell into sleep so tharn didn't turn on the radio. He drives slowly so as not to disturb the sleeping type. When they reach the house, he parks the car in it's place and gets down while holding the reports and the medicines. He walks towards the door and takes the house keys from his pocket before opening the door. He goes and places the things on the table before walking out.

Making his way towards the car, he opens the door to type's side and lifts him in his hands as he carries type into the house. Going directly to their bed room, he gently puts type on the bed and covers him with blanket. With one last look at type, he leaves the room and gets into the kitchen to prepare lunch. Type has to take medicine after eating, he thinks he should finish cooking and wake up type so that he can eat and take medicine.