[It's not until he's sitting in a room that is too white and smells too clean and sterile that everything seemingly catches up to him.
This was supposed to merely be a short trip so he can set free Frank back to the skies in which he belonged in. This wasn't supposed to turn into some wild goose chase for his creatures, trying to help an obscurial, and catching Grindelwald. For Merlin's sake, he's a magizoologist. He's not some hero type. Being a hero was his brother's thing, not him. He just wanted to study creatures and do his own thing and live his life in relative peace.
Yet, here he was, still in New York. It just didn't sit well with him. The idea of capturing Grindelwald and then pretending that there wasn't someone who still needed to be helped. To be found. Damn being a Hufflepuff sometimes.
It was a stressful ordeal, really. They didn't know the extent of Percival's injuries. They didn't know his state of being or how well Grindelwald was taking care of him. Newt could only assume it wasn't great, which made this search all the more nerve wracking. Taking just a little too long meant life or death and he had tirelessly used every trick and tracking spell he could think of.
Thank Merlin, the work paid off.
Percival was definitely not in the best of health, but there was so much fight in those eyes. A man broken, yet unwilling to give up. It was something kind of beautiful, but made your heartache. Calming the other down was an arduous affair, but eventually the other relented. Possibly too exhausted to really keep it up and Newt was very good at making himself small and seemingly non lethal. His touches are gentle as he brushes matted hair out of Percival's face and waits for everyone else to arrive as he sits with the other. Percival, eventually succumbing to his exhaustion.
Everything after is a bit of a blur, and now he's sitting in the hospital room in the best wizard hospital in New York. He awkwardly sits there as there's bustle and chatter around him, but no one speaks to him. It's almost as though he's invisible. He's exhausted and- when was the last time he slept? Ah, well. He glances at Percival's sleeping form in the bed before looking around again. He's such an awkward thing as he fidgets in his seat. His briefcase was back at the Goldstein's because they wouldn't let him bring it to the hospital. Something about being a danger to others or bringing a certain amount of chaos with him.
Well, he can't blame them he guesses.
He can, however, question why he's the one who is here. Newt doesn't know Percival. Just because everyone else has jobs and such doesn't mean he doesn't have work too! A quiet sight as he drums his fingers against his leg an bounces his knee.
Newt isn't sure why he's here, but hopefully the other awakens soon.]
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This was supposed to merely be a short trip so he can set free Frank back to the skies in which he belonged in. This wasn't supposed to turn into some wild goose chase for his creatures, trying to help an obscurial, and catching Grindelwald. For Merlin's sake, he's a magizoologist. He's not some hero type. Being a hero was his brother's thing, not him. He just wanted to study creatures and do his own thing and live his life in relative peace.
Yet, here he was, still in New York. It just didn't sit well with him. The idea of capturing Grindelwald and then pretending that there wasn't someone who still needed to be helped. To be found. Damn being a Hufflepuff sometimes.
It was a stressful ordeal, really. They didn't know the extent of Percival's injuries. They didn't know his state of being or how well Grindelwald was taking care of him. Newt could only assume it wasn't great, which made this search all the more nerve wracking. Taking just a little too long meant life or death and he had tirelessly used every trick and tracking spell he could think of.
Thank Merlin, the work paid off.
Percival was definitely not in the best of health, but there was so much fight in those eyes. A man broken, yet unwilling to give up. It was something kind of beautiful, but made your heartache. Calming the other down was an arduous affair, but eventually the other relented. Possibly too exhausted to really keep it up and Newt was very good at making himself small and seemingly non lethal. His touches are gentle as he brushes matted hair out of Percival's face and waits for everyone else to arrive as he sits with the other. Percival, eventually succumbing to his exhaustion.
Everything after is a bit of a blur, and now he's sitting in the hospital room in the best wizard hospital in New York. He awkwardly sits there as there's bustle and chatter around him, but no one speaks to him. It's almost as though he's invisible. He's exhausted and- when was the last time he slept? Ah, well. He glances at Percival's sleeping form in the bed before looking around again. He's such an awkward thing as he fidgets in his seat. His briefcase was back at the Goldstein's because they wouldn't let him bring it to the hospital. Something about being a danger to others or bringing a certain amount of chaos with him.
Well, he can't blame them he guesses.
He can, however, question why he's the one who is here. Newt doesn't know Percival. Just because everyone else has jobs and such doesn't mean he doesn't have work too! A quiet sight as he drums his fingers against his leg an bounces his knee.
Newt isn't sure why he's here, but hopefully the other awakens soon.]