With Newtmas

NEWT POV:

Thomas had a plan for tonight. He wouldn't bloody tell me what though. Thomas and I were walking around town. "You want to get some food" I asked. "Ya, I'm getting pretty hungry" said Thomas. We entered a restaurant and Thomas started to check in. I started shaking. I looked at my hands as they shook. Thomas said something but I don't know what. "Newt" said Thomas as he put his hand on my shoulder. "Are you okay" asked Thomas. "I, I ttthink so" I said. "Lets sit you down" said Thomas as he sat me down. I fainted in Thomas' arms. I woke up with my head on Thomas' lap and his jacket covering me like a blanket. I opened my eyes and rolled onto my back. "Are you okay Newt" asked Thomas. "Ya, I fainted didn't I" I said. "Yes, come on. I'm taking you to the hospital" said Thomas. He picked me up and held me in his arms. Thomas stood up and we left the restaurant. The zombie town has a small hospital on every street. Thomas took me in and I was settled into a room. I sat in my bed.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to faint" I said. "It's okay Newt. It happens" said Thomas. "I know, but you had something special planned tonight" I said. "We can always do it later. Plus I can do it here" said Thomas. "What is it" I asked. "I have to go home and get the stuff quick" said Thomas. He kissed my forehead and left. Thomas came back and set up a small fort on the bed. Thomas sat down next to me and held me. "We will have better fort ate home" said Thomas. "Good that" I said. Thomas fed me a chocolate. I smiled and snuggled into his arms. Thomas and I watched a few romantic movies and ate some snacks. Thomas took care of me every day. I'm lucky to have a boyfriend like him. When ever I faint Thomas would lay me on my side like always and then put a support under my head to use like a pillow. Lastly he would cover me up with a sweat shirt or something. I wonder how many people would do that for their boyfriend or girlfriend.

After I was allowed to leave the hospital Thomas and I spent some timr in the better fort. It was made from blankets and other stuff. There was pillows on the floor and a tv to watch movies and some snacks. The phone ringed and Thomas answered. We paused the movie and Thomas listened to the phone. I saw his face become a little sad. "Okay, thanks for the call" said Thomas. He hug up the phone and sat there sadly. "Who was it" I asked. "The tattoo shop. I signed up to become a apprentice but, I didn't get the job" said Thomas. I put my hand on Thomas' shoulder. Thomas really wants to be a tattoo artist. "Did they say why" I asked. "I'm too young. I have to be 18" said Thomas. I pulled Thomas into a hug. "You still have a chance Tommy. Once you are old enough you can try again. You're age is the only issue. So you still have a chance and you can use this time to boost your skills" I said. Thomas hugged me back. "You're right, I was just really hoping for the job" said Thomas. "A few hundred more years Tommy" I said. "A few zombie years sounds better even though it will be a couple hundred human years" said Thomas. He has a point. Thomas and I cuddled as we watched movies. Thomas later got over the loss and continued with practicing.