You decided to check back on Newt early the next morning before you went home, anxious that his sudden consciousness might have had adverse effects on his overall health. You stepped into his room softly and were surprised to see him lying awake, his head turned to gaze out the window. The moonlight cast a shadow over his cheekbones, making his face look hollow.

"You're awake."

Newt turned his head towards your voice and gave you a small smile. "I don't usually sleep much."

"Even after intense trauma?" You pressed your wand to the side of his head gently and smiled. "You don't seem to have any serious damage in there." Newt hummed.

"I'm somewhat used to trauma, you see." You clicked your tongue as you propped a pillow under his head.

"I've seen the scars, yes," you said, shaking your head. Your eyes flicked down to his abdomen, still covered in bandages, the exposed skin littered with thin white scars that bloomed over his chest like veins. "Pretty shotty healing work, if you ask me."

"Well," he said guiltily, "I might have healed them myself." You pursed your lips and raised a brow at him.

"You don't say." You pressed two fingers to his hip bone and shot him an apologetic look as he hissed in pain. "Sorry, your hip doesn't seem to be mending as quickly as I'd like." You waved your wand, numbing his pain and draping the covers back over his body. "So all those scars are from your fantastic beasts?" You crossed the room to the medicine cabinet and began sifting through bottles. Newt chuckled.

"You could say that," he groaned as he tried to sit up.

"Ah, ah," you waved your finger at him and motioned for him to lay back down. "Don't push it. Here, this potion will help with your broken bones." Newt took the bottle from your hand a tipped it back, letting the liquid spill into his mouth. He grimaced. "I know it's bad," you said sympathetically. "But that's how you know it's good for you."

"My mom used to say that…"

"Wise woman." You sat down heavily in the armchair next to him and he watched you for a moment, thoughtful. You gave him a questioning look.

"Do you… could you contact someone for me?"

You blinked. "Of course. I must alert your family now that you've gained consciousness - I should have last night, I just - "

"No, no it's fine. I just… I'm not quite sure what's happened to my belongings. I had my case with me in the field and…" He swallowed, looking mildly panicked. You reached over and placed your hand over his.

"What can I do? Who should I write? Your wife, or...?"

"What?" Newt was staring at where your hand rested on his and you withdrew it quickly, thinking you must have made him uncomfortable. His eyes snapped to yours. "No, no… my brother. Theseus Scamander. He works for the Ministry, but is in Germany at the moment."

You furrowed your brow. "Theseus Scamander… the Auror?" Newt nodded. "I've met him, actually." You smiled at Newt's questioning gaze. "I think every Auror has been in here at some point or another, though not typically in my department. I think I treated him for an Occamy bite, if I remember correctly. A nasty one, too."

"It was his fault," Newt grumbled. You wisely chose to say nothing, hiding your smile as you stood.

"I'll write him directly and send the letter out before I head home."

"Home?" Newt gave you a strange look. You smiled.

"Contrary to popular belief I don't live here," you said, rolling your shoulders and wincing at the pain that shot through them. "Besides I have to feed and cuddle my Kneazle. I'm sure she's upset I haven't been home for her to sleep on lately."

Newt smiled. "I have a Kneazle, too. Her name is Hoppy."

You grinned. "Nice name." He shrugged a shoulder. "I'll be back tomorrow, in the morning," you said, heading to the door. "My trainee Jane will take care of you in my absence." Newt nodded, clenching his jaw. "Oh," you stopped before leaving the room. "What kind of tea do you like?"

"English Breakfast," he said quickly, furrowing his brow. "Why?"

"No reason."

"Morning, sweetheart."

"Good morning," you said, smiling up at Alan.

"Off to work another double?"

"You know it." Alan chuckled as you put your money on the counter. "Two teas today, please." He raised a brow at you.

"Must be serious, if you're buying him tea." You shot him a look.

"A serious injury, more like. A patient," you clarified at his amused glance. He grunted.

"I still have that friend with the grandson - "

"Goodbye Alan."

The walk to work was peaceful and you silently vowed to get out of St. Mungo's more to feel the sunshine on your skin. Those fluorescent lights were making you pale…

"Morning, Miss Clarke." You smiled and nodded at the receptionist, heading to the elevator. "There's a real handsome man who came through here and went to your floor. A Mr. Scamander?"

"Ah, must be here to visit his brother," you said, setting your tea cups on the counter and pulling your robes out of your bag, shrugging into them.

"He's a real dream…" You laughed, turning from her. "Oh, have a good shift, Miss Clarke!"

"Thanks," you said, stepping onto the elevator. You hummed as it took you up, waving to Jane as the doors opened. She hid a cup of coffee behind her back and smiled.

"Oh, hello."

"Jane," you warned.

"It's my first cup, honest." Her eyes flicked down to the paper cups in your hands. "You brought me something?" You shook your head and walked towards your office to drop off your bag.

"It's tea, you wouldn't like it." She crinkled her nose. "So," you asked her, turning to her and smiling. "How's Edward?" Jane instantly reddened.

"Oh, Hannah," she breathed, sticking her hand out in front of you. You gasped at the ring you saw on her left hand.

"Jane!" Your face split into a smile and you yanked her into a hug. "I'm so happy for you!"

"I keep staring at it," she said into your hair. "I keep thinking I'm hallucinating and it's not real." You pulled back and laughed.

"You're going to be a gorgeous bride." Jane opened her mouth to respond but you were both distracted by a commotion down the hall, coming from Newt's room.

"Oh," Jane said, smiling wryly at you. "That Mr. Scamander is a little odd, don't you think?" You hummed, heading out of your office, down the hall, and into the room - eyes widening at the sight before you.

"What is going on here!?"

The two Scamanders froze at your voice, and you almost laughed at how comical they looked. Newt was struggling to get out of bed, his good leg swung over the side and his arm straining to push himself up. Theseus was hovered above him, hand on Newt's shoulder in an effort to push him back down.

"No," you said firmly. "Absolutely not." You strode over to the bed, placing the cups of tea onto the bedside table before turning on them. You motioned for Theseus to step back. "Lay down."

"Hannah," Newt pleaded, "you don't understand - "

"DOWN," you repeated, waving your wand and watching as his body fell back to the bed gently and went stiff. You turned to Theseus. "Mr. Scamander, would you like to explain to me why your severely injured brother is trying to get himself more hurt?"

"Mmmpf mmm," Newt mumbled from the bed, unable to move his jaw. You shushed him.

Theseus' eyes flicked from his brother to you, his face relaxing into an amused grin. "That's a useful spell." You forced yourself not to smile.

"Newt needs to rest," you said. "Yes," you turned at Newt's strangled mumbles and shot him a look, "you do." He glared at you. "Do you promise not to move?"

"Mmphf." You waved your wand over him and he opened his mouth, stretching his jaw.

"Now," you said, turning back to Theseus. "Explain."

Theseus opened his mouth to reply, thought better of it, and sighed. "I was just explaining to my brother that his case and his creatures are perfectly safe in the hands of his colleagues at the Beast Division."

"And I was explaining to my brother that those colleagues don't know the difference between a Hippogriff and a Nundu."

"Is there one?" Theseus asked with a smile. Newt made a move to get up.

"Ah, ah!" You pointed your wand at Newt's chest. "If I have to kill you to keep you from killing yourself, I will." Newt smiled despite himself.

"They have your book, Newton," Theseus sighed. "They're following your care instructions to a T. I've been checking on the creatures myself."

"That's not very reassuring," Newt said, but it was without malace.

"Are we all made up now?" You asked, hand on your hip. Theseus and Newt looked at you blankly. "Great." You tipped your wand to Newt's head, running your usual diagnostics.

"My hip hurts," Newt offered. You shot him a look but waved your wand to numb his pain anyway.

"Thank you for taking care of Newton," Theseus said, smiling. "I can't imagine how much of a pain he's been."

"He was fine before you came to visit," you said, offering him a smile. You turned to the medicine cabinet to find Newt's daily potions.

"Ah, I apologize. Let me make it up to you…" You turned, raising a brow at him. "Dinner tonight?"

"Theseus," Newt admonished, mortified.

"No, thank you," you said primly. "I read enough Witch Weekly to know you're bad news, Mr. Scamander." Theseus looked stricken.

"Witch Weekly?"

"Yes," Newt said, perking up significantly. "Did you know that Flora Dooleetle has broken up with Cygnus Black already?"

"What?"

You laughed, handing Newt his potions. He tipped them back into his throat and blanched. "Ah, I brought you something to wash that down." You reached over and handed him the cup of tea. "English breakfast."

Newt's face broke into a smile. "Thank you."

"You know," you said, standing and looking at Theseus. "You asked me to dinner last time you were here, too."

"Did I?" He said, not seeming surprised. "Well maybe I can next time I visit as well." He turned to his brother. "Newton, it's been an experience, as always. I am glad you're faring better." He walked to the bed and put a hand on Newt's shoulder, smiling. The brothers exchanged a warm look of affection, and you felt strange sharing in this intimate moment. "I will try to visit again, soon." Newt nodded as Theseus turned and walked to the door. "Take care," he said, giving you a wink. You chuckled and shook your head as he strolled out.

"Sorry about him," Newt said, giving you a half smile. You hummed.

"How are you feeling?"

"Fine," he said, grimacing. You raised a brow and he sighed. "My leg might hurt a bit, now that you mention it."

"Tell me when it hurts," you said, using your fingers to gently apply pressure to his knee and shin. You looked up at him, watching as he bit his lip and colored. "Painful?"

"No," he said quickly, not meeting your gaze.

"The potions are helping," you said, standing. "The healing process is slow, but sure. You'll need a bit of physical therapy when you're well enough to walk again." Newt was looking out the window. "Can I get you anything?" When he didn't answer, you sighed. "I'll let you rest, then."

"Have you read my book?"

You smiled. "I'd like to, but I don't get a lot of time to read at this job." Newt nodded.

"I'll read it to you, then." You opened your mouth to respond but he interrupted you. "I don't sleep much, you see... when you work late, come visit me after everyone else is asleep. I'll be awake. You can help me look for errors - I'm working on a new edition."

You looked at him for a long moment before nodding. "Alright." Newt smiled at you, a real genuine smile, and you couldn't help but smile back. "Now, get some rest." But his eyes were already closed, his chest rising and falling steadily as he breathed. "Sleep well, Newt," you whispered, flicking out the lights in his room.