Thanks for reading this story and for your kind reviews. I hope you enjoy the next chapter. Poor Newt, all he really needs is a cuddle :)

As Newt had fallen into a healing sleep, the trio settled on the opposite sofa, Jacob squeezed between the two sisters. Evening faded to night and they remained in quiet support of their friend. Empty cups littered the coffee table, as Queenie had insisted on providing sustenance for the long night ahead. Jacob's head lolled backwards as he snored softly, the fingers of his left hand were curled around Queenie's, even in sleep. With her free hand Queenie was holding Newt's notebook, that had been hastily thrust at her all those hours ago. Though Newt's prose was riveting, most of her attention was on the man himself, scanning his thoughts to make sure he was still at peace. Smiling to herself, she watched dream Newt soar through clouds on the back of a hippogriff.

As she always did in times of stress, Tina was knitting the no-maj way. So far she had made a pair of grey and yellow socks, and had just started on a hat. Queenie had looked knowingly at her when she had made the unusual colour choice.

Suddenly Newt's thoughts shifted, becoming darker as they began to focus on Credence and a young African girl.

"Tina," she warned, breaking the long silence. Instantly Tina's eyes were on Newt, who had began to stirred and mumble, a fresh sweat breaking out across his forehead. Casting a quick diagnostic spell, she moved to his side.

"His fever is spiking," she sighed, placing a cool hand on his cheek to confirm what the spell had told her.

"Shh Newt, it just a dream," she murmured, tenderly stroking his face. He quietened almost instantly, unconsciously nuzzling into her hand. She turned her head to look at Queenie who following Tina's thoughts had begun to prepare another dose of Pepperup potion.

"It's not just a dream is it," she said sadly, Queenie shook her head and pressed the potion into Tina's hand, as she too dropped to Newt's side.

"Come on honey, it's time to wake up," she shook his shoulder lightly.

Newt found himself gasping for air, staring at an unfamiliar ceiling with unshed tears in his eyes, trying to shake the dark images from his mind. The Goldstein sister's worried faces peered down at him.

"Tina, Queenie.." he croaked weakly. He was rewarded with a set of smiles, he wished he could bottle an essence of the look Tina was currently giving him.
"Newt," she breathed, stroking his cheek once again.

"Hey you.." Queenie smiled "Can you sit up, we'll give you something to make you feel better".

Newt nodded determinedly, and with their help, found himself panting slightly as he leaned up against soft cushions. Merlin, he hadn't felt this weak since the incident with the Hungarian Horntail. With a shaking hand, he accepted the potion. As his ears steamed, and his mind cleared, one urgent thought surfaced.

"My creatures!" he shouted, lurching forward, and startlingly the previously oblivious Jacob from his slumber.

"Wha..what's happening," Jacob slurred, looking at the now conscious Newt, who was desperately trying to swing his legs off the sofa. He was blocked by gentle hands keeping him in place.

"Newt," Tina started, then sharply so that he looked at her "Newt". His glassy green eyes met hers, and she smiled reassuringly.

"Take it easy, we have your case, everyone is safe.."

"I have to make sure," he said desperately, redoubling his efforts to get up. Suddenly there was a tangle of Goldsteins and Newt on the floor, as he managed to launch himself off the sofa.

That had been a mistake, his head pounded as the sisters righted him.

"Newt, you're too weak to get up now," Tina said sternly, then with a broken sigh "We almost lost you..you need to rest".

The tears in her eyes snapped him out of his stupor, stopping his urgent mission to see his creatures in it's tracks.

"I'm sorry.." he mumbled, looking around at the faces of his friends. It had been a long time since anyone had cared this much for his well being.

"I'm sorry...I didn't mean to worry you," then glancing at his case longingly "They are going to be so confused..and..and scared, I haven't been away from them for this long before".

"I know sweetie," Queenie squeezed his hand reassuringly "How does this sound?"

Newt glanced up.

"Jacob has met your creatures before, and I've been reading your notes, so why don't we both pop down and check on them, while you take care of yourself?"

"Yeah don't you worry pal," Jacob chimed in "we've got it covered".

Once again, unshed tears threatened to spill onto his freckled cheeks, Newt was at a loss for words.

Sensing this Tina spoke "Come on now, let's get you back on the couch," and with their combined effort Newt was once again settled into its soft embrace.

"Thank you," he said with a watery smile, feeling his eyelids grow heavy, the escapade off the sofa had drained what little energy he had.

Tina grasped his hand "It's okay Newt, we've got you". A smile graced his lips as he drifted back into unconsciousness.

"Poor guy," Jacob shook his head, then to Queenie "Shall we get to it then?"

"Sure honey," she rose to join him by the case "Are you going to be okay here Teenie?" she inquired. Tina nodded, Newt's hand still in hers.

"We'll be fine!"

And with that the pair descended into the case, which had now grown accustomed to Jacob, and allowed him a more dignified entrance than his first time.

"Won't be long.." Queenie's voice rose up from the depths, before the lid snapped shut, leaving Tina and the sleeping Newt effectively alone.

"We'll be fine," she murmured again to herself, rubbing her thumb across his scarred knuckles, reassuring them both.