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Holding Newt's limp, feverish body in her arms, Tina was at a loss. She looked desperately at Jacob and Queenie, who were now both on the floor beside her, hoping that they would know what to do.

To reassure himself, Jacob stuck his hand out and checked Newt's pulse, he let a relieved breath when he felt the strong beating under his fingers.

"Can't catch a break, can you pal?" he said gently brushing a hand through Newt's hair. Then to Tina and Queenie,

"What is wrong with him?"

"I don't know, but I think I can find out.." Queenie spoke up.

Since the loss of their parents to dragon pox, she had become quite proficient at diagnostic spells, in an effort to protect those she loved from unseen dangers. This combined with her innate ability for mind reading often caused confrontation between the two sisters, as Tina believed she was wasting her potential as a waitress, Queenie could be a great healer, if she wanted to be. What she could never bring herself to tell her sister was that the thoughts of the sick and dying were too much to bear, no matter how strong Queenie appeared to be.

She could feel Newt's mind, it was red hot and clouded as the fever disrupted his brain function. A twisted jumble of images assaulted her everytime she made contact, he was focused mainly on old injuries, the events of the day before and Tina.
Queenie closed her eyes and focused intently, her wand hand hovering over his chest, the other over his head. Verbal commands limited the scope of this spell, so she cast it mentally. With a flick of her wand, Newt's body was bathed in a shimmering blue light, which highlighted his freckles against his pale skin. Eyes still closed Queenie began shifting through the influx of data feeding back from the diagnostic. It was relatively good news, the main cause of Newt's unconscious fever-ridden state was magical exhaustion. His wounds from the battle with Grindelwald, were healing slower than expected but he was, thankfully, healing. The glow surrounding Newt vanished and Queenie's looked up at the pair of worried faces observing her.

"He'll be okay, it going to take a little time, once his magical resources have replenished he'll bounce back," she smiled as Tina's face lit up at the good news.

Jacob leaned back on his heels and sighed to himself, this whole magical business was quite frankly magic. During the war he was part of a unit providing aid to the British forces and had been stationed in the trenches of France for a period of time. He saw many things during that posting that he couldn't bring himself to think of. Frequently his dreams were haunted by young men just like Newt, pale and sweating as a fever ravaged their battered bodies. And he'd been next to useless, even if there had been a way to diagnose them, treating infections under those conditions was basically pot luck. Imagine what he could have done if he had magic.
Jacob was shaken from his dark thoughts by Queenie lightly brushing his cheek, she didn't say anything but gave him a small smile in understanding.

"Right," he stood up suddenly, clapping his hands together "Right, he gonna be okay..good..but what do we need to do to help him get there?"

Tina, who was still on the ground cradling Newt, looked up at him.
"We need to get him to bed and get some potions in him.." she paused as she surveyed Jacob's and Queenie's strained faces.

"Then we need to get some rest, because quite frankly Mr Kowal...er Jacob, you look dead on your feet".

The incident with Beatrix and Newt's subsequent collapse hadn't gone unnoticed by the inhabitants of the case. Dougal was hovering behind them, with Jacob's occamy wrapped around his neck like a scarf and Pickett perched on his shoulder, he crept his way forward until the humans noticed him.

"Hey bud," Jacob looked down as the occamy began loudly chirping at the sound of his voice, recognising him as it's mummy.

"Who have we got here then" he said confidently taking the occamy into his arms, it trilled happily and slithered around his neck. Jacob smiled as it's warm weight settled, and carefully stroked it's smooth scales.

Dougal's large eyes were now fixed on Newt's still form as he lay in Tina's arms, noticing his distress she reached out a hand, beckoning him forward.

"It's okay, he'll be okay...he just needs a little rest," she said reassuringly.

Encouraged, Dougal put a paw on Newt's shoulder, and was rewarded with visions of a healthy and happy Newt. While he was preoccupied with the events of the future, Pickett ran down his arm, and nestled him in the hollow between Newt's neck and shoulder, his earlier anger forgotten.

"Good idea Pickett, keep an eye on him while we get him to bed," Tina smiled and lightly patted the bowtruckle's head.

"Shall we do this then" she said to Queenie, who nodded in response. Tina carefully slid out from under Newt, tenderly laying his head down on the soft grass. Wands out, the two sisters magically lifted him so he was a few feet off the ground. Slowly the ragtag group of humans and beasts made their way across the plains, back to the safety of Newt's hut. In the distance the plaintive cries of the erumpent could be heard, as she mourned the loss of a potential mate.

Without words they agreed that taking Newt up the steps to the girls apartment wasn't going to work, so they placed him onto the cot that had served as his bed while he'd been travelling around the world. For the second time in twenty-four hours the trio stood together, watching over an unconscious Newt, hoping that this would be the last time.