FBaWtFT: Sick Day (CanonxOC) by SherlyWats on DeviantArt (original) (raw)

A loud cacophony of coughs emitted from a worn leather suitcase, shaking the object as they came. The sharp sounds drawing Sarita from her current workings. Tangles of Devil’s Snare still clutching to her arm in a last ditch effort to harm her. Spruce wand pointed at the darkened knot of vines to sooth the living ivy as she opened and descended down the steps of Newt’s case. She found him hunched over a small nest of chirruping blue snake-like birds, Occamy.

“It’s alright. Mum’s here. You don’t think your Mum wasn’t going to visit before… No.” He cooed to the best of his abilities through a raspy throat.

“Newt.” Sarita’s voice was soft as she approached, making her presence known to the other.

He nodded, a signal to approach.

“Newt you need rest you know that you-”

“Yes I know. But I. I had to see them. They were worried you see.” He explained, eyes and attention still focused fully on the Occamy. She watched the small shakes of his body as he stood by them, coughing all the while.

Sarita moving around to the other side of the nest so she could look at him better, “What are they worried about?”

Newt looked up at her, briefly making eye contact before his eyes shifted attention back to the Occamy currently in his arms. “The- move. It’s a big step for them. They’ve been here for all their lives. Haven’t you my little ones?”

The Occamy erupted in response as if understanding his words. Dark brows knit together in worry as Sarita took in Newt’s form. His nose was a bright red from sneezing, as were his eyes which she assumed was not tied to his cold. She reached out a hand to touch his shoulder which he instinctively withdrew from.

“Sorry.” Bowing her head in apology. “Let’s get you upstairs to bed. They will be here tomorrow.”

Newt’s forehead scrunched as if deep in thought before he consented with a nod. A small sigh of relief from Sarita before she reached out her hand again to help prop him upwards. Gently guiding him to the cot in the shed of his suitcase.

“I thought-”

The corners of her mouth turned up into a smirk. “I changed my mind. I’m not going to get you up those stairs.”

“Thank you.” His face softened to a smile before another fit of coughs shook his form.

She nodded again before climbing back up the stairs and out of the case. “And you better get some sleep down there!” Sarita called back down.

Newt froze in his current position, already halfway out of the bed. Another cough and he resigned himself to curling back up under the tattered covers.