I couldn't wait guys! I had to keep going, thank you once again for all of the support you've all given me. Like I said before I kinda wrote this at first just for myself because I thought I absolutely sucked at writing but y'all have given me hope! I'm having a great time writing this . I also want to quickly make it clear that in this time period I am writing as if the medicine part of the magic world is not really developed so they cannot just cast a spell and fix Newt, he actually has to recover and stuff. Thank you and here we go:

Walking into the apartment, Newt sat down on the couch with a huff of exhaustion. He was beat after such a small activity as just walking from the cab up the stairs to the apartment. Queenie and Tina immediately walked to the kitchen and started making dinner. Jacob walked to the table and sat, making small talk with the girls as they flicked their wands using magic to create a meal. Newt's eyes had slipped shut as he sat on the couch, and he didn't notice he drifted off until his head hit the back of the couch and jerked him back awake. Newt made eye contact with Tina who was looking at him with furrowed brows and he sighed and stood.

"I'm going to go to bed, I'll eat later" Newt said, exiting the room without giving any of them a chance to stop him. The three looked at each other, but continued on with their activities.

Newt entered the guest room and locked the door behind him. He rubbed his forehead and slumped slightly against the wall. Newt pushed himself off the wall and headed over to the bed, sitting down and pulling his case out from under the bed.

"Mum's comings home, don't worry." He whispered aloud. He set the case upon the floor and opened it up. Stepping inside, Newt carefully made his way down the stairs, taking longer than he usually would. He closed the top behind him and locked it. The man quickly stripped out of the clothing they'd brought for him and changed into a pair of sweatpants and a grey short-sleeved shirt. He looked into his cracked mirror with dismay. He looked awful, definitely needed a shower to clean all of the dirt and soot off of his pale skin that was still on him from the train station incident. His collarbones stuck out of his skin and were clearly visible from the neckline of his shirt. Newt looked down, he was awful. He turned over his wrists and glanced at the white lines once again, thanking whatever power for not letting anyone notice them when he was at the hospital. The man looked up at himself again and clenched his jaw with hate towards himself. He looked down and lightly shook his head. He had more important things to attend to. Newt slipped on a blue jacket and walked out of the shack. He was able to check to make sure all of the beasts were accounted for, and fed and took care of all of them. Pickett immediately jumped into the pocket of his jacket when he was over by the tree with all the Bowtruckles on it. He hugged him lightly and Newt smiled, gently hugging him right back. He placed him back on the tree with the other Bowtruckles though, promising he would retrieve him later. Newt settled himself back into the shack after all the beasts were accounted for and sat in his armchair. He rubbed his head, a small headache starting to make itself known. He grabbed a book and started reading about the mystery of unicorns in Europe.

Newt started nodding off and found himself standing in the middle of the train station. A young girl stood next to a boy, both staring at Newt. One was Credence, and the other was the young girl who was an obscurus from before. Newt's eyes watered as they both let out the same sentence in unison.

"Why didn't you save us," they wailed, "you let us die, it's all your fault." A tear fell down Newt's cheek and he took a step towards them.

"I-I tried, you don't understand, I tried to save you both." His voice wavered as his tears crept down his face.

"Well you failed, you weren't good enough to save us, you're never good enough" the girl stated harshly. "You're the problem Newt, you think you help animals and people, but you only make everything worse. You're nothing." Credence stepped forward and spoke.

"You'll never amount to anything." He started, "you couldn't even stay at Hogwarts, you almost killed your supposed friends, what were you thinking? Do you think you're actually helping anyone, because you just hurt everyone."

Newt stepped back "N-no, no you're wrong. I don't do that. I help a-animals!"

"You and I both know you don't believe that, you know the truth."

"You're lying!"

"I'm not and you know why?" Newt made no sign of affirmation and Credence continued, "Because we are you." The two turned into black smoke that quickly morphed into a version of himself. Newt gasped and staggered backwards. He turned around and sprinted down the never-ending hall of the train station. Quickly the other Newt appeared in front of him and stabbed him in the stomach. Newt looked down to see a quickly spreading red spot in his stomach. He dropped to his knees and put his hands to his stomach. The other Newt knelt down next to him and whispered in his ear, "no one will miss you when you're gone." Newt knew it was true and his eyes shut, the sound of screams echoed through the room and he felt himself falling forward. Soon he found himself hitting the ground.

Newt awoke with a gasp as he hit the ground of his room. His face felt wet and throat raw, he quickly realized the screams he'd heard must have been his own. There was knocking coming from the door on the celling and muffled yelling. He groaned and rolled over, clutching his stomach. There was blood on his shirt from a broken rib piercing through his skin. His other ribs felt jarred and it was hard to breathe. He barely stayed conscious as a wave of nausea washed over him. After a minuet he started to sit up and remembered the noise coming from above. He reached for his wand, which was in his coat pocket that had been hanging on a hook near him. He gripped it weakly and flicked the wand at the door, unlocking it. As soon as it unlocked there was a body quickly coming down the stairs. He couldn't quite make out who it was as his vision was getting blurry.

"Newt! Holy shit Newt what the hell happened?" A hand ran over his chest and soon a burst of pain erupted around his stomach as the hand hit where the rib had come through the skin. He gasped loudly and his eyes opened again as he reached for the hand and pushed it away from his stomach, wrapping his arms around it and curling in on himself. Hands pulled on his arms trying to dislodge his arms from his where they were plastered against himself. More hands seemed to appear all around him and before he knew what was happening they were hoisting him upward by his armpits. Another wave of nausea hit him and when he tried to open his eyes the room was spinning so much he needed to close them again. Two more hands appeared, grasping his face lightly and he heard muffled whispers.

"Newt, you need to open your eyes so we can get you out of here." Newt tried opening his eyes again and was met with the same thing, though it wasn't spinning as much. He groaned and felt his knees give out, but he never hit the ground as the hands gripping his armpits tightened. After what seemed like a few minutes, he felt the hands disappear from their place and his feet leave the floor. He seemed to be levitating off the floor. Newt felt himself land upon the floor after a few seconds and the hands appeared again, hoisting him up again by his armpits. His legs seemed to be working a little better now but he still couldn't seem to keep up with the pace and he was being dragged more than he was walking. He was soon placed down on the couch from before and they pushed his legs up on the sofa so he was lying across it. Newt attempted to open his eyes a third time and this time he was able to keep them open. The world was no longer spinning and his awareness was becoming stronger again. Queenie and Tina were both rushing around looking for something and Jacob was currently unzipping his jacket. He cut the shirt off of Newt and began cutting the bloodied wrap from his stomach. As he peeled it back and it stuck to the wound, Newt's eyes closed tightly and made a choking nose from his throat as he attempted to stifle a noise from escaping his mouth.

Jacob gaged slightly and looked away from the sight. Newts torso was littered with bruises, the whole thing seemed to be purple and blue. Now that he was getting a good look at his body, Jacob realized how small the man's frame really was. Ribs protruded from his torso and it was obvious which of his ribs had been broken as they were swollen and slightly crooked. A piece of bone was sticking out of the left side of his torso and newly spilled blood was forming quickly around his wound. Tina and Queenie rushed over once they had gathered their materials, gasping at the site of the man's body. Jacob moved over and let the girls take care of Newt.

Queenie sat next to the man and grabbed her wand. She didn't want to take him back to the hospital so Queenie decided the best action to take would be to try to reinsert the rib back into its place with magic. She took out the book she'd found and read the instructions.

"Please work… please." Queenie prayed quietly. She cast the spell and followed the instructions, and, amazingly, the rib seemed to slip back into place. Newt let out a small noise as it moved and gritted his teach. Though the rib was still broken and the skin had not healed. Queenie looked up and Tina with a small smile and they traded places.

Tina took her sister's place next to Newt and picked up the bandages. She gestured to Queenie and Jacob and they lifted the small man's body so that they could get all the way around his body. Tina started to wrap his torso tightly and soon tied it off at the end. They laid Newt down on the couch and covered him with a blanket. Whatever was going on had completely left Newt exhausted. As Queenie and Jacob got up to start cleaning up, Tina thought back over the last twenty minutes.

The three had been eating their dinner and making small talk when they heard muffled noises coming from somewhere. They stood up and walked towards the noise. It seemed that it had been coming from the guest room, and when they had finally unlocked the door it was clearly coming from the contents of Newt's case. They all rushed over and tried like hell to open the case, but it wouldn't budge. There was a large crashing noise from the case and the screams stopped. There was a click and that's when they were able to get into the case. When Tina had rushed down first there was a blood staining Newt's clothing. When she'd tried to see the problem Newt had only curled in on himself, refusing the help. She wasn't sure what had happened to him but it was obviously bad because his face was stained with tears. She now realized that more than ever they needed to help Newt.

Newt focused on his breathing after he'd been rewrapped. Though he had not gone unconscious at any point, Newt was in so much pain that he could barely focus on anything. After a while, when he felt like he had everything more under control, he decided to open his eyes. As his eyes opened in a squint, he once again saw Tina at his side holding his hand. She immediately started asking him questions.
"Newt oh my god are you alright? What happened to you? How do you feel?" Newt swallowed thickly and began answering her questions.

"I'm alright yes," he claimed, voice rough, "Nothing happened, I'm okay now." Tina glared at him.

"Newt, don't lie to me, we are trying to help you. Now what actually happened?"

"I just fell asleep, okay? And I fell out of my armchair."

"Newt you were screaming bloody murder down in your case before you woke up. I know something was happening."
Newt tried to look away but Tina grabbed his chin and forced him to look at her. Sighing, Newt began explaining his dream (leaving out some details here and there).

"… but listen Tina its not a big deal. This isn't the first time that nightmares have plagued me and it wont be the last. I can deal with it on my own." Tina frowned at the story. She could tell that Newt had left out some important details from the dream. It didn't make sense that he saw two random obscurus's and that they had attacked him. No one screamed that much just for being attacked in a dream, and you wouldn't cry either unless it was personal. Newt obviously had more going on than he was letting on.

"Newt, I know you're used to taking care of yourself, but we can help you now. You don't need to hide things from us anymore." Newt nodded and looked down.

"Thank you." He said quietly, still looking away. Tina smiled and nodded at him, sufficiently satisfied with him. She too stood up and helped Queenie and Jacob. Newt laid his head back against the sofa arm and closed his eyes. What a day it had been. Queenie could hear his thoughts from across the room and was able to read his thoughts for once. She heard him think that he was very tired, but was too afraid to fall asleep. Ignoring the first part for now, she flicked her want at him softly and sent a sleeping spell at him. She saw his body relax and his breath even and she smiled. For now he would be okay.

Alright that is all I can write today haha, but I will be writing more soon thank you all for reading and special thanks to all those of you who follow/favorite and review. Y'all are the best!