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Tina and Queenie traveled down into Newt's case, dragged him through his quiet little workshop and laid him on his bed, which looked more like a lightly used small mattress on an old frame that was falling apart.
"I'll take you guys back to the house. You watch over him, ok?" Queenie suggested.
She could hear her sister's warnings. She replied to Tina, "Don't worry, I'll stay hidden. Grindelwald has probably been found already." She smiled, trying to reassure her concerned sister. Tina nodded in response, hoping her sister was right. Queenie
ran back up the steps to the world outside of the case.
Tina turned back to the unconscious Newt. She took off his burnt coat and his shirt. She noticed that his body was littered with recent angry red burns. He also had a nasty gash on his leg, his shoulder looked out of place, and his left hand looked like
it was definitely broken. Not only that, but he bore old and new claw marks, bites, and rashes. She gasped at his scarred body and almost bursts into tears. He was underweight too, which made her even more uneasy.
She frantically looked for something to help with the wounds in his workshop's cabinets, making a racket with the clinking of glass jars and tools that tumbled to the ground in her haste.
"He must have something that might help with the burns," she muttered to herself in frustration. "I mean, his workspace has practically everything for medical emergencies."
After all of her efforts for finding a cure, Tina finally managed to find a jar full of ointment labeled Dragon Spit. She read aloud the small hand-written textunderneath it: Apply to Burns To Reduce Inflammation.
She pulled up a chair next to his bed and sat down, fiddling with the lid of the jar. The cream smelt dreadful, and it was an unpleasant and clear molasses-like substance. Tina scooped the salve with her fingers and gently applied it to his charred skin
with care. Newt stirred at her touch, flinching from the stinging pain. She soothed him, stroking his freckled cheeks with her thumb as he whimpered and continued to mutter to himself. He must be having a nightmare,she thought to herself.
She finished covering his wounds and the burns slowly healed, still leaving angry red marks all over his chest and arms. She quickly changed him into fresh pajamas and tucked him in. Newt's body still twitched and jerked from time to time. Tina lifted
his pant leg and stared at the large gash that seemed to be covered in dry blood. It appeared to be getting infected; she knew it needed stitches…
Queenie arrived at the apartment's entrance after racing up the flight of stairs, careful not trip in her high heels. She grabbed her pearly wand and gave it a wave, both unlocking the door and making it swing open. She quickly walked into the apartment
and closed the door behind her before she put down the case. She was startled when she heard footsteps tromping up the stairs. Queenie cracked open the door, her wand ready to strike the intruder, only to be greeted by Jacob, who stood in the hallway
panting. She relaxed and put down her wand before pulling Jacob into the room, slamming the door behind him.
"Here are…the…supplies," he huffed, handing Queenie a leather bag packed full of medicines, tools, and bandages.
She swiftly opened the suitcase's latches, and she and Jacob ran down into Newt's quiet workshop. They stared at the limp body of the injured magizoologist. He was wrapped up in a raggedy blanket and was spread out on an old mattress with Tina at his
side. She turned to them with wide eyes. "He's worse than we thought," she said quietly, her voice filled with worry.
She lifted his pant leg to show Jacob and Queenie the gash. Jacob frowned. "That will definitely need stitches." He paused, thinking hard. "I don't have any painkillers for that." Tina bit her lip, trying to hold back tears. She turned to look at Newt's
face, which looked contorted from his dream. He was already in so much agony, and she didn't think he could take anymore, but his options were limited, and she would try her best to make him comfortable at least, for they had a long night ahead of
them.
"I can try to put a sleeping spell on him, but it might not work," Queenie replied.
Jacob leaned in and began to clean the wound with alcohol. Newt's face squinted, and he let out a wail. Suddenly he sat up wide eyed and started to wave his hands frantically as he panicked. "Stop it! Stop it! Don't hurt her! Tina!" he screamed.
Tina stood up and started to push him back down, while Queenie grabbed her wand, gave it a flick, and shouted "Dormeo!"
Newt started to relaxed. Tina gently continued to push him down. His tear-filled eyes began to droop, and his head fell back down onto the pillow. He looked at Tina with sad eyes. He was desperately trying to fight the spell, so she started to stroke
his hair. "You're alright, I'm fine Newt," she continued in a soft tone, "No one's going to hurt anyone, you're safe… just go to sleep."
He closed his eyes and began to drift back to sleep. Tina was worried about him and his dreams. She didn't know how many times she would have to reassure him that he was fine, and so was she.
Jacob sighed and began to stitch up the wound. Newt flinched with each stitch, but he seemed to stay asleep, much to Tina's relief. Jacob finished off the stitches and washed the rest of the blood off his leg, looking satisfied with his handywork.
"I think it will heal up quite nicely, but we should give him a break for now before we tackle his shoulder and hand." Tina nodded at Jacob. "Thank you," she whispered, still playing with Newt's sweaty ginger hair. He looked at Queenie with a smile. She
giggled and said, "Yes, you're right honey, we should make something to eat, how about we make some strudels for dessert!" He nodded his head, but she already knew what he'd wanted.
Queenie faced her sister. "I suppose you just want tea." Tina just nodded. "Are you sure you're not hungry? You should probably ea.." Queenie abruptly stopped as her sister's thoughts told her no, she was not going to persuade her, no matter how much
Queenie tried. Queenie and Jacob went back up to the house to make supper while Tina stayed at Newt's side, holding his swollen hand.
Tina sighed, looking at the man she'd grown to love. He looked so peaceful sleeping; she couldn't help wondering if he loved her too. She was always the confident and formal sister who kept to herself while Queenie was the beautiful and flirty sister
who was outgoing and friendly. Men never liked her. She was too overbearing, while her sister could charm anyone she wanted. Tina just gave up on love and continued to focus on work, but now she loved the shy, genuine Newt so much and hoped he felt
the same.
She snapped out of her daydream when she saw him start to squirm, a layer of sweat forming on his forehead as his brow furrowed. Tina got up to put a cold cloth on his forehead and noticed that he was burning up. Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed
that the Bowtruckle named Pickett had found his way under the door and had quickly scurried into the covers with Newt.
Tina couldn't help but giggle at the determined plant-like creature as he snuggled right beside Newt's neck. She sat back down, placing the cool towel on his head. He let out a sigh of contentment; the wet cloth felt like heaven.
Queenie and Jacob headed up the stairs. Queenie could hear Jacob thinking about his Obliviation. She'd totally forgotten and dreaded the moment she had to do it.
"We're not going to Obliviate you, sweetie." She turned, gazing at him with a reassuring smile.
He was taken by surprise, but quickly remembered she was a Legilimen or whatever Newt had called her. "What about M.A.C.U.S.A, the President said I have to be Obli…"
Queenie interrupted and said, "She never said when, and besides, the law is only in America. Heck, we could move to Britain and you can have your bakery. We could be happy together!" She stared at him with a huge smile and pleading green eyes. "I love
you, Jacob Kowalski, and I know you feel the same." She batted her long eyelashes.
He contemplated the idea. He never would have thought that he would find someone again, after his ex cheated on him when he was in the trenches. He was heartbroken and gave up on the idea of women. His mind was changed when he'd met Queenie, though. She
was beautiful but different from other good-looking women. With her kind personality and loyalty, she was just magical and… perfect! Queenie smiled at his thoughts.
He smiled and gave up. "Ohhh… Alllllright." Queenie squealed, and she grabbed his face. He was left breathless as she kissed him, but he went with it and pulled her in closer.
He'd finally found happiness…
Tina had just managed to fall asleep when she felt Newt begin to stir. Pickett ran off the bed, frazzled from being tossed about, and she saw Newt's face turn pale white once again. She thought he was going to be sick, so she quickly grabbed the trash
bin and propped him up, sitting beside him with her legs stretched out on the bed as he retched into the bin. She rubbed his back "Shhhh… just let all out." After a few more dry heaves, he'd finally stopped and was gasping for air.
She took the bin. There was hardly anything in it, and she put a glass of cool, crisp water to his chapped lips. Newt sipped a little, then leaned back against the wall. Tina placed a pillow behind his back, and he flopped his head onto her shoulder.
Her arm was rubbing soothing circles into his back. She cuddled him closer as he tried to catch his breath, pale lips parted, groaning in exhaustion and discomfort. His left side was in agony and his leg burned. Newt's orange hair was plastered to
his face and his eyes were sunken in their sockets. Tina was humming to him a tune that her mother sang to her and her sister when they were sick, and he seemed to relax and fall back to sleep on her shoulder.
Tina watched him as he continued to mutter and sob about the dream that he was having. She gave his head a long kiss, begging him to get better, but all she could do was put her head on top of his and continue to rub his back, humming her tune. Pickett
jumped back up to snuggle into Newt's pajama shirt pocket. Tina suddenly felt exhausted and slowly began to close her eyes as she too fell asleep.
