Days went by and Ash and Bright lived like strangers in Bright Mansion. It became a routine for Ash to wake up before Bright , get ready and leave for the his place. Bright would wake up later to an empty bed, make himself a cup of tea, get ready himself, see the gang and be back in the mansion to find Ash working in the guest room that Bright had converted into Ash office. Type and the other occasionally visited the couple along with Michael and Sia and it wasn't hard for them to notice the tension between them . They had figured that eventually Bright and Ash would come closer setting aside their difference but now, as their one-month wedding anniversary was just around the corner, it seemed that Bright and Ash had lost their love forever. The hostility between the two Leaders had gone down a couple of notches but they still lived like aliens in their own home. They came to the Cabinet meetings separately, went to missions alone and even though they helped eac

The Cabinet meeting went smoothly. Both the Leaders listened to the worries of the Cabinet representatives and came up with solutions to some issues and need for further discussion on the other. Once everyone left, Bright followed Ash back to his room. Ash suitcase was open on the bed and he was placing his shirts inside from his closet. He had noticed Bright  in the room but chose not to react to it."Type told me some interesting facts...", Bright  leaned on the door. "About this proposed trip to China...obviously!""About the mission? I knew it! It's not as dangerous as Type thinks. I'll be back before you know it. I just have to catch a gang. It's nothing I haven't done before.""Yeah, I would have believed you any other time...but!", Bright  sighed. "Ash ..your father  didn't want Type to go on the mission. Do you need further proof of how fatal this could be?""Every day in the battlefield

 Bright woke up the next day before Ash did. He groaned a bit as the hard mattress of the infirmary had sprained his muscles. He turned to look at Ash who was peacefully asleep, and Bright  flinched as he felt how much discomfort his husband must have been considering all those tubes running inside his chest. He stroked Ash hair away from his forehead and planted a kiss on it. Ash opened his eyes and they shined as they saw Bright so close to him. Bright ' lips curved into a very endearing smile. "Morning", Bright whispered cupping Ash face. Ash blinked and leaned in on Bright  hands taking in how his husband felt. "How do you feel?", Bright whispered. Ash nodded softly. "Hmm", he tried to talk. "Hey...don't speak! You'll disturb these tubes that are lodged inside you", Bright sighed. He was lovingly caressing Ash forehead when Type walked in. "Morning!", h

   Bright straightened his clothes and open the door.. the frame of the doorway for support and his head was dropped down from heavy breathing. The nasal cannula was carefully lodged in Ash nose and there was a backpack in place of his quiver that housed the oxygen cylinder. Type let him go as Bright slipped his hand on Ash waist. "Welcome, home", he smiled as he led Ash to the couch and made him sit. He was out of breath and leaned back closing his eyes. Bright stroked Ash chest as Type dropped his luggage. "I'll leave now, Bright . You take good care of my brother", he smiled and waved as he walked out. "Hey...do you feel okay?", Bright asked as he saw Ash take deep and noisy breaths. He loosened the buttons of Ash shirt to give his chest space to expand. "I just...feel a little", Ash replied opening his eyes. He was sweating a little and Bright could feel that it too

"Good...I just, can I sit for a while", Ash huffed as Bright pulled away and saw Ash struggling with his breath. "Bright , I was so scared...", he started to speak again but his voice lost volume as he started wheezing rather heavily that caught Bright ' attention."Ash! Are you...no, just...let's just get back to the couch", Bright  panicked and carefully walked Ash to the couch. Bright made Ash sit and lean back to rest and he checked Ash oxygen tank."When did you last change this tank?", Bright asked as he shook the tank and found it lighter than usual."Uhh, I don't remember...", Ash was out of breath and Bright ran inside to replace the cylinder with the spare he had brimy for emergency. He rushed back and saw Ash closing his eyes and fainting."No, Ash...wake up!", Bright patted his cheek as he dialled Type."Type, I need you to listen to me carefully. Ash is out of breath and I've repla