With Newtmas

Healing in the Woods

NEWT POV:

I sat in the cave and was knitting a scarf. I noticed a book by the stove. Never thought Thomas would have a cook book. I got my cane and stood up. A few days ago I was hunted by two guys. It's a long story. Thomas found me and I have been staying in the cave. I had a arrow go threw my leg so that is why I have a cane. I slowly walked to the kitchen. I grabbed the book and walked back to the table. I set the book down and sat down. I had the cane lean against the table. I opened the book and started looking threw. It was different tattoo designs. They were actually pretty cool. Thomas has a talent in art. Thomas entered the cave with a deer. "I caught dinner" said Thomas. He kissed my head and set the deer on the skinning mat. It's a slab of wood that Thomas skins the animal on. After that he cuts the meat on the counter. "What are you looking at" asked Thomas as he walked over. Thomas saw the tattoo book and snatched it away.

I turned to him surprised and Thomas covered his face embarrassed. "These are just terrible sketches" said Thomas. "What, those are bloody amazing. You have a talent" I said. Thomas put the book back. "I don't know. It's pretty embarrassing. I just doodle a little. I'm not a tattoo artist" said Thomas nervously. "Well you could be. A designer atleast" I said. "Maybe, I don't know. I'm still in highschool" said Thomas. I noticed Thomas seemed sad. "What is it" I asked. Thomas signed. "I saw some police looking for you in the woods" said Thomas. "They aren't gonna stop till I'm found" I said. "I know, I want you to stay here but I know you have to go back" said Thomas. "Later, I'll stay here for a few more days" I said. "Okay, but I don't want you getting hurt again" said Thomas. "I'll be careful. Don't worry" I said. Thomas walked up to me pulled up a chair. He sat down and hugged me. I closed my eyes and hugged back. Thomas broke the hug. He grabbed a knife and cut my finger. I winced in pain a little. Thomas squeezed some blood out and wiped it on his finger.

Thomas tasted my blood. "You're blood sugar and insulin levels are doing good" said Thomas. "Good, how much insulin shots do we have left" I asked. "We probably need more. We have enough but I'll get more tomorrow just in case" said Thomas. "Good, we can't run out of that" I said. "Ya, I want to change your band aids before I make lunch" said Thomas. He picked me up and sat me on my bed. My cuts were healing okay. Thomas put some more healing stuff on them. He looked at me leg. "I think it might be infected" said Thomas. "Klunk" I said. Thomas looked at it. "If it was a small wound you would heal but I'm not sure it will because it's a arrow wound and it looks really bad" said Thomas. "So, we have to amputate it" I asked nervously. "You'll be okay Newt. I have a idea that might work" said Thomas. "Might" I asked. "You'll be okay. I promise. It just might turn you into a zombie or, it won't work" said Thomas. He rolled my pants up and tied a band around my leg. "Lay down" said Thomas.

I turned and laid down on the bed. I'm sure this will bloody hurt. Thomas brought the bath water bucket over. Thomas got the bucket for rinsing. I tried to calm down. "It's okay Newt. You won't feel a thing. Hopefully" said Thomas. He rolled me onto my stomach and had my leg hang off the bed. I closed my eyes and squeezed my pillow. "Can you count to three" I asked. "Ya" said Thomas. He counted and I held my breath and squeezed my eyes shut. Thomas dumped some water on my leg. I relaxed and looked back at Thomas confused. He got my leg wet and rolled me back onto my back. I was still very confused. I'm not sure if you clean the limb before cutting it off. Cut his hand and rubbed the blood on my foot. "That's it" said Thomas. "Really, just that" I asked. "Just that" said Thomas. He held my foot. A mold grew around my leg. That is disgusting. "It worked" said Thomas. I could no longer feel my toes. "What is it doing" I asked. "When you cut off the blood flow and put mold on it the limp will fall off. The mold is eating the leg. It should heal the stump but it might turn you into a zombie" said Thomas. "Either way, I was gonna become one" I said. Thomas smiled and cuddled with me. Till he had to skin the deer and make dinner. My leg was gone and the mold died. Which makes me wonder what happens to a zombie corpse. I was still human. I'm not sure. It might just be that my blood flow was cut off.