The next morning, someone shook Newt's sleeping body with so much haste that he practically jolted awake. He peeled open his crusty eyes at Tina who was going on and on about something, something that he should be concerned too, but what was so urgent at this time of the morning? Before he could muster up a word, he was tugged by the arm out of his shack, up the stairs and into the apartment and then finally across the hallway she tugged at his arm and guided him back into their apartment and across the hall where Queenie stood outside with a pinched downwards expression.

"Newt," Tina spoke with a shake. "There's something terribly wrong with Fafnyr." That piqued his interest, and he shot his focus on the door before him. She signaled her sister and she nodded, cracking the door wide and they all peered in. His feet grew cold, and shock was apparent on his face as he took in the state of the room.

The walls and ceilings were worn with deep holes, and on the floor, was a contorted Fafnyr. With Newt's arrival, the dragon veered his head in a disturbing manner and his dilated eyes were blinded by excruciating affliction.

At once, Newt's knees crashed to the floor and he scooped Fafnyr's head into his lap; his other hand smoothing his agitated scales. Fafnyr's tail coiled tightly around Newt's shoulders and squeezed. The wizard remained calmly as he should, but the tail was acting a lot like a boa constrictor; stealing his breath and his ability of losing control. He eyed Pickett popping from his breast pocket before scurrying over to the worried women. Queenie spotted him and scooped him up.

"Newt!" The sisters yelled out in vain. Tina went straight for her wand, an instinct whenever trouble strike.

Upon noticing the wielded witch, Newt strained himself to turn around. "Don't! You'll frighten him." The tail strengthened its hold, and Newt resisted a little longer. "Please—lower your wand." He breathed through clenched teeth. Tina was about to object but her sister pulled her back, having a quiet conversation with her.

Newt had no idea what have become his beloved friend. One moment he was asleep, his body undisturbed, and then there he laid in absolute distress. "Fafnyr," he gasped while carefully petting over the dragon's head. "It's alright—I'm here for you."

The tail didn't uncoil as he pleased it would, and what Fafnyr did next didn't improve either. He clawed at the floor, his hind legs wobbling to stand up. His body trembled violently, while Newt bit down his lip and held him closer. However, his legs buckled due to stress and he slipped. He accidentally nicked Newt in the progress.

There goes another scar for Newt's collection from Fafnyr himself.

"Newt! He's having a trauma-attack. Whatever triggered his memories, he's stuck." Queenie hollered over the wailings of the child. Thankfully, she and Tina put up silencing charms around the apartment in case the neighbors would come snooping around.

Truth to be told, she was somewhat right and she wasn't either. Fafnyr was struggling with a past issue that he submerged deep inside. Yet there was an objective that he desiderated to overcome, and it was wrecking his mental state of mind to pieces; not to mention his body suffering immensely.

Despite the struggle that Newt was in, he directed Fafnyr's head to face him. He stared determinedly straight into those silver orbs; which he usually didn't do with people. "Look at me—hey, it's alright. Do you remember me?"

For his response, Fafnyr let out a shrill yelp, his silver eyes releasing burning tears and Newt could feel the intensity of those droplets staining his arms and legs.

"Do you—" His vision grown hazy. He felt faint, but he still held Fafnyr close no matter how difficult it was to breathe. "—it's me, Fafnyr, you don't need to worry…" eventually, to his relief, the silver animal cried out and let go of Newt. The both of them fell to the floor, gasping for oxygen that didn't seem like it was coming any faster than it should. The women crowded around the fallen ones with tears guttering their cheeks.

The first to wake was Fafnyr. His sore but startled body leapt at the approaching figure, thus, he bared his teeth as to warn them away. Friend or foe, he just wanted to be alone. He crawled away to the window, accessing his tail to open it, he lounged his upper body on the windowpane.

The sisters agreed to not disturb the boy any longer and hustled to Newt, as he was beginning to stir. Tina knelt beside him and held him in his arms, softly calling out for him. Queenie turned and exited the room and returned with a glass full of water to find a slightly conscious Newt. He strained himself to sit up, though, his cheeks burned a bit when he noticed how close Tina was.

Tina whispered quietly to her friend, all the while on pushing aside those budding feelings she had for him since their fates interwoven. "How are you?" Queenie came over and lowered the water to him. Newt clutched his shoulders and traced the tail marks and they were deep.

"Just a bit knackered, but I'll be fine." He held his head and gratefully accepted the glass. He sipped it gradually. "Did I pass out?"

"Probably," Tina replied. He hummed for his answer and avoided any further eye contact with the lades that surrounded him. His eyes caught a glint of silver at the windowpane, Fafnyr was on the ledge and looking extremely downcast.

"Let him have his space," Queenie advised. She nodded sadly before she exited the room. Newt couldn't stop staring at the early morning's light on the dragon's scales, as they reflected rather dejectedly.

Tina stood up and offered him a hand. "Shall we?" a small, forceful, smile tugged at her lips. His curtain of messy brown hair fell over his eyes and he muttered thanks. He returned the gesture and accepted her. It took equal amounts of strength to haul him to his feet, his legs wobbled and he accidentally leaned a little further onto Tina. She caught him, but their faces were too close for one's personal space.

"T—terribly sorry!" Newt stammered with his face red. He straightened up and scratched the back of his head. Although, he was sure of her tense staring he spotted a dot on the wall, but that didn't help the fact that they were that close, a second too long. So, he averted his gaze to the floor, giving them as much space as he could. His heart fluttered a mile a minute, he had to escape the hallways before it could burst. And so, he did, but not without tripping over his own feet. Newt scrambled to his feet before Tina was at his side. He gave her a lopsided smile and vanished into the kitchen.

The tension between the two was too cute for Queenie. She resisted the urge to let out her fit of giggles, which would earn a stern glare from her sister. Instead, she played an impish smile and prepared them a hot breakfast of waffles and pancakes with thick syrup.

All the way back into the damaged room, Fafnyr laid his head over his crossed arms and leered at a group of children with their mother. The children across the street giggled and spoke loudly to one another, all the while skipping their shod slippers onto the cobblestone streets. They were playing tag, as their mother hollered out to them to be careful. The faraway noises reverberated in Fafnyr's ears, irking his chest with continuous envy. His tail was becoming active again. It thumped the floor with a loud thud, causing dust clouds to collect in heaps.

He clenched the windowpane and tossed his head back, shaking it side to side.

Why oh-why was his life stolen from him in the hands of those people? It just wasn't fair where he had to take upon this image of their creation, while other children had the freedom to be elated; to be themselves without being scrutinized by doctors with their fancy eyeglasses. It made no sense…

Fafnyr spilled forth his burning tears and whacked his head back onto the ledge.