Thomas had been laying in bed sick in the Homestead for 4 days. You couldn’t stand not seeing him, but Alby wouldn’t let him leave, and no one was supposed to visit him. You weren’t really much of a rule breaker, but going another day without Thomas might actually kill you.
You found a blanket in the Homestead and decided that you would bring it to him. He would probably need it, considering how cold it always was inside there. You pictured Thomas shivering in his bed at night, all alone, and immediately felt a stronger urge to see him.
Sneaking over to Thomas’ room wasn’t hard, and you were able to make your way there without being seen by anyone. You knocked on the door.
“Who is it?” Thomas asked, weakly. He coughed. You poked your head inside and saw him laying down on his bed, curled up in a ball, shivering. His face lit up when he saw you, and he tried to sit up. His arms were too weak to lift himself up, and he plopped back onto his back. You giggled, and tiptoed in to help him out.
“Thank goodness you’re okay,” you said, just happy to see Thomas again. “I was starting to get worried about you.” You could feel yourself blushing.
“I’m just glad you came, Y/N,” he said. He smiled his usual grin, and then let out the biggest sneeze ever. He shivered again.
You laughed at how cute he looked when he was sick, and you walked over and covered him with the blanket you brought. He immediately uncurled from his ball position and eased into the bed. “Thank you so much. I really needed that,” he admitted, giving you a small smile. And then a cough.
You moved forward to lay next to him on the bed, but he held out a hand and stopped you. His fingers were ice cold, despite the rest if his body being warm.
“I don’t want you to catch anything from me, Y/N. You know how mad Alby will get if another person gets sick.”
You sat next to him anyways, and held his hand, warming it up with yours.
“Y/N…” he groaned, his eyes pleading for you to stop. It was adorable how Thomas wanted to protect you, but nothing anyone did would keep you separate from him. If that meant getting sick, too, then so be it.
You moved closer to him, and gently took his face in your hands. His hands reached up to your wrists, and he held them tight. “I don’t care what Alby says. I don’t care if I get sick. All I want is to be with you,” you said to him, looking deep into his eyes. You smiled at him, and he returned it with a small grin. He quickly let go of you and moved his arm to cover his mouth, sneezing several times in a row before reaching across the room and grabbing a tissue from the nearest table. He blew his nose loudly, and apologized sheepishly.
“You don’t have to be sorry,” you whispered, and you leaned down and placed your lips on his. At first he didn’t move, but he soon kissed back, and his strong arms pulled you down by the neck to lay face to face with him. Your lips lingered on his before you both pulled away. His fingers reached to your face, brushing a strand of hair from your face. You both smiled at each other, grinning and not bothering to hide it.
“Do you want to stay here together tonight?” you both asked at the same time. Thomas laughed, and so did you. He moved the blanket aside and motioned for you to move closer. He placed it back on top of both of you, and you could feel the warmth of his body pressing against yours. He let out a quick shiver, and rubbed his arms.
“Are you still cold?” you asked, wondering what you could do to help.
“Maybe a little bit…” he replied, his cheeks flushing pink as a small smile appeared on his face. You wrapped your arms around him and let your forehead rest against his chest. You listened to his heartbeat, strong and steady, and took in his smell. It was like grass and sweat, but it was comforting.
“Better?” you whispered to him.
He pecked you on the lips and smiled. “Better.”
