Newt's Assistant: A Newt Scamander FanFic

Chapter Thirty Five

"Oh Newt, yes! Yes! A thousand times yes!" Eleanor squealed and slid the gorgeous three stoned ring onto her finger and jumped into Newt's arms. He spun her around and kissed her feverishly while apparating them back to their home. Their pets greeted them at the doors all excited as if they knew what had just happen. Newt pushed passed them with Eleanor still in his arms and made his way into the kitchen. He sat Eleanor down on the kitchen table and began unbuttoning her blouse to expose her bare chest. He went to take her blouse off, but when he tried to take he arm out, there was a nasty crack followed by Eleanor's scream. 

"Merlin! Newt! I think you broke my arm!" She cursed under her breath while holding her arm in agony. 

"I.. I- El I am so sorry I barely touched you. I swear I didn't mean to hurt you. Let me see," He said in a panic and all wide eyed. She held out her arm shakily and sure enough there was a lump on her forearm indicating that's where her bone was. She groaned and tears began trickling down her cheeks. 

"It hurts so bad," She muttered. 

"I was afraid of this. The doctors said you were fragile... I didn't realize they meant this fragile. Let me fix you," He said while pointing his wand at her forearm and Eleanor cringed as her arm was set back into place. 

"So I'm just made of glass now?" She asked him. 

"I don't know... I think we need to wait and see what the doctor says tomorrow. I'm so sorry." He spoke gently while caressing her cheek. 

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The following months consisted of Newt babying Eleanor to a point where he was afraid to touch her,  afraid to let her down in his case or the basement, afraid to even kiss her. 

Eleanor met Dr. Metucci who visited every two days to check her out, take blood samples, and run tests. He had told them that the spell was investigated further and was called Salutem Pauperum. It was a curse that made your blood thin out, bones turn brittle, and easy bruising. The doctors have been working hardly to make a potion to cure Eleanor, but so far they've been coming up short. 

Eleanor was finding it harder and harder to continue on seeing as she could barely walk without breaking a leg or dislocating her knee. She was strictly bed ridden, doctors orders, and Newt wouldn't even come sit on the bed with her, none the less sleep besides her. Newt barely let the animals in to see her either; she began to think she was unlovable with this condition, that she was just a burden to Newt.

She rolled onto her side gasped as one of her ribs cracked from the pressure put on it. She quickly fell back onto her back and gasped for air. She tried calling for Newt, but he wasn't answering or perhaps pretending not to hear her, she thought. 

Eleanor's breath began to fall short and let out an ugly cough followed by blood onto their white bedspread. Her vision began to fade and more blood spewed from her mouth and as her eyes shut and her head fell back, the bedroom door swung open. 

"Bloody hell," Newt whispered and ran over to Eleanors side. He scooped her up in his arms, trying to ignore the sounds of several bones breaking and he apparated them right into St. Mungos. 

Newt paced the waiting area with his hands in his hair. He watched the doctors intubate her right on the spot and they took her from him immediately after. If only he was there earlier, he thought and blamed himself for everything he had put this woman through. He had just gotten back from the store with a surprise for her birthday which was tomorrow and now she was in the hospital. Newt finally collapsed on the floor and began letting out hysterical sobs. He may have just killed the love of his life. He sat on the floor for what felt like hours with his head in his hands. 

"Newton Scamander?" A deep voice called out and his head shot up. He stood shakily onto his feet and walked over to the doctor that had spoken his name. 

"Ms. Baker is out of surgery. She is going to need some time to recover and let her stitches heal. We tried a new procedure, and it looks like her bones are beginning to strengthen again. Her platelet levels are back to normal as well. You can visit now." He said while leading him to Eleanor's room. She was propped up in a hospital bed, hair an absolute mess, hospital gown sliding off her shoulder, tubes in her veins, and a nasal cannula hooked around her nostrils. Newt thought she had never looked more beautiful. She was alive. 

"Miss me?" She whispered with tears in her eyes and Newt sat in the chair next to her and traced her hand with his fingers. He hadn't touched her affectionately in weeks and he longed for her skin to be on his so badly. 

"Of course I missed you. Please don't ever scare me like that again Eleanor." He said with tears also in his eyes. 

"Please don't leave me Newt," She said lightly while falling asleep. 

"Never in a million years." He said back, knowing she was already asleep. 

A few more weeks had passed and Eleanor felt like her body was finally back to normal, yet Newt was still scared to touch her. On the day of her last doctors visit, Eleanor was told her body was in perfect condition and to follow up in a year for her usual physical. 

She walked down the steps to Newt's basement to look for him one day, she hadn't been down in months since Newt warned her it was too dangerous and that the creatures could potentially lash out. She spotted him by the mooncalves and walked up behind him. 

"El, what are you doing down here? You could get hurt!" He exclaimed, but Eleanor didn't care anymore. She walked over to the mooncalves and said hello while petting their bobbing heads. 

"Seriously Eleanor, you shouldn't be down here." He said. 

"Merlins beard Newt! Will you stop treating me like I'm a baby? I'm perfectly healthy! I told you the doctor said it, do I need to give you a damn doctors note?" She lashed out. 

"No, I'm just worried about you." He replied while taking a step back. 

"Worried about me? Newt, you barely touch me anymore! You haven't kissed me in weeks, you don't even sleep in the same bed as me, you... I- I feel like you don't love me anymore." She whispered and turned around quickly so he wouldn't see her tears. She rushed away, back up the stairs while ignoring the crying calls of Dougal. 

Newt followed after her and caught up with her in the kitchen. He grabbed her wrist, waiting to hear a crack followed by screams from Eleanor, but nothing of that sort happened. He spun her around and kissed her. Not just a plain old kiss, but this one was full of hunger. His lips were smashed onto hers and their tongues were dancing behind their teeth while Newt's hands fiddled with the back of her dress. He let it drop to the ground and marveled at her body. Not wasting any time, Eleanor pushed herself back into his arms and wrapped her arms around his neck. He picked her up and found his way to their bedroom; he kicked his shoes off and used magic to undo the many buttons on his vest and shirt to reveal his bare chest. Eleanor traced the outline of his abs with her finger and kissed his jaw gently. 

"Eleanor, I am so in love with you and don't you ever think otherwise," He said and threw her onto the bed to do what wizards do best; magic.