Newt burst out of the lift and almost ran right into Tina, who had stood up when she heard the lift doors open.

'Oh, sorry, Tina,' he said hurriedly, setting her to one side and making to push open the heavy white doors.

'Newt, don't, they won't let you-' Leta didn't get to finish her explanation before Newt leaned into the doors. They refused to budge, and instead shot out a spell that sent Newt stumbling backwards.

'Let me in,' Newt finished for her. 'But he's my brother!'

Tina reached forward and grabbed his arm. With her free hand, she took his case, and she steered him into a seat in the corridor, opposite Leta and Queenie.

'They said they need complete isolation while they work on him. No extraneous magic.' Leta explained. Her eyes were dry, but Newt could see tear tracks running down the sides of her face. 'They let Jacob in though, so Theseus'll have at least one familiar face.'

Newt nodded. He swallowed and took a few deep breaths, feeling his heart rate gradually slow down to a gallop. 'And is he-'

'The Healers think he's going to be fine,' Leta said. Her right hand fingered the engagement ring on her left, her eyes watching the light glint off the metal. He has to be fine, she thought to herself.

'Good,' said Newt. 'That's good.' He noticed Tina was still holding his case uncertainly, so he took it from her and placed it beneath his chair.. He pulled Tina into the seat beside him, his eyes darting over her. 'Tina, are you hurt at all? What happened?'

Tina had been stoic and composed up until now. She'd managed to get Theseus, raving and delirious, out of the fight and into St Mungo's, and sent her Patronus in turn to Newt, Leta and Queenie. She'd briefed each of them as they showed up, including Jacob, whom Queenie had brought with her. But now, finally, the concern in Newt's eyes began to tear down the walls that she'd put up. Tears were threatening to spill from the corners of her eyes; she looked down at her hands, which were folded in her lap, so Newt wouldn't notice.

He did notice, of course. As did Queenie, who had heard every thought since her arrival.

'I'm not hurt, Newt.' Newt's eyes stopped wandering, and fixed on Tina's still-downcast eyes. Tina continued, 'I was duelling Rosier and just about holding it together, but she was strong. Theseus came to help me and-' She paused, hesitant. 'And the curse hit him. She would've aimed it at me if he hadn't come to aid me. It was Dark magic, and powerful, but he kept it together long enough to fire back. I finished her off and Apparated him here.'

'Tina, it's not your fault.' Newt, Queenie and Leta spoke all at the same almost smiled at each other.

'You got him here, Tina, and I'll be forever grateful for that,' Newt said. Sudden burst of courage shot through his arms, and he reached forward to take her hands in his. 'Truly.'

A spark of electricity seemed to jolt between their fingers at the contact, but Newt suddenly drew his hands away and stood up. Tina, a little shocked, turned to see what was going on.

Jacob had come out of the ward, and was beckoning them all in. 'They've stabilised him. He's still a bit out of it, but we can see him.'

Leta was already inside and kneeling at Theseus' bedside before Jacob had finished speaking. She was crying again, pressing kisses into his palm.

Theseus bore no physical marks, but he was clearly unwell. He appeared to asleep, but entrapped within the throes of some horrifying nightmare. Beads of sweat gleamed on his forehead, which Leta gently wiped away with a flannel. He was throwing his head from side to side, muttering beneath his breath, and his hands shook beneath Leta's touch.

Newt took a seat on the other side of Theseus' bed. He kept his hands folded neatly in his lap, and merely watched, helpless. Tina, Queenie and Jacob stood at the foot of the bed, also watching.

After some time, it became clear that Theseus' muttering was the repetition of a few phrase. 'Leta...' 'No, Leta, don't!' 'Leta, please'

Deciphering this, Tina looked at Queenie, a question in her eyes.

Queenie sighed. She had been very quiet up until now, observing and listening. With great clarity, she'd heard Leta's grief, Newt's worry, Tina's guilt, and Jacob's own beautiful heart full of empathy. But now, she was saw something even more painful in Theseus' thoughts.

'He's dreaming of that night in the graveyard,' Queenie explained quietly. She willed her own heart to stop beating so quickly, praying for her mind not to stray to her own nightmares of that night. I'm here, she told herself, I didn't join Grindelwald. She turned to Leta, 'In his nightmare, Leta, he's watching you fight Grindelwald over and over again, and each time, well, you lose.'

Newt's eyes widen and he watched as Leta lost it completely. She reached a hand to cup Theseus' face and leaned down to kiss him, which was a tricky feat as he was still writhing about in his sleep. 'I'm here, darling. I'm right here. Please, Theseus, I'm here.' Leta continued to murmur reassurances as she leant over him, but they fell on deaf ears. Theseus was buried far too deep in his own personal hell.

Unable to watch any longer, Tina took a half-step back and fled the ward. Queenie made eye contact with Jacob and Newt in turn, who both nodded. Jacob took a seat next to Newt, laying a hand on his shoulder, while Queenie ran out after her sister, no doubt to try and offer some modicum of comfort.