Newt x reader

Chapter Thirty- Six

Newt drives to his house as fast as he can. If you weren't worried about the strange amount of blood you were loosing, you'd be worried about getting a speeding ticket. But you manage to reach his house safely.

"C'mon, (Y/n), let's get you inside," he says, opening the door to your side of the car to let you out. You shake your head.

"I can't let your mom see this," you whisper quietly through the tears.

"There's a back door. It's okay, we will figure this out," he says, leaning down and picking you up. You shake your head.

"I can walk," you say, and you try to stand on your own. But your injured leg won't let you, and you fall to the ground, but before you hit the cement, Newt catches you.

"Clearly you can't," He says, his eyes full of worry as he carries you through the back door into his house.

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Newt returns with your bag from the car, which he sets on the bed in the guest room you will be staying in. Your sitting on the edge of the bathtub in the adjoining bathroom, trying your best to clean up the cut on your cheek.

Newt is by your side in a split second, he takes the wadded up toilet paper you were using and throws it in the trash.

"Here," He says, getting a nice white towel from under the sink, and gets it wet with warm water. Coming over to you, he moves to dab your face.

Putting your hand up you stop him, "That towel looks like it hasn't been used. I don't want to ruin it...." You say worriedly. Newt just smiles.

"Trust me, it's okay," he says, and he begins to clean the blood, taking very good care of you. You just sit still, letting someone finally take care of you.

As he cleans you up, he winces every time he sees an injury on you. Especially when your holding up your shirt for him to clean up your stomach. That's your fathers favorite place.

You try to hide your injuries best you can, but with the many cuts over your body that Newt is cleaning up, it's incredibly difficult to hide anything.

Looking at Newt clean the blood, you see the tears fall from his eyes, looking at the fresh bloody gashes.

"I don't suppose it would be worth anything to ask you to go to a hospital?" He says pitifully, wiping his eyes.

You shake your head, "Not a chance," to which Newt sighs.

You kiss his cheek, "I'm okay. I have someone taking care of my injuries. I've never had that before."

"I love taking care of you, it's just the injuries that I have a problem with," he says sadly, looking up at your eyes.

Cleaning up the last slash on your thigh, you gently touch his cut on his arm.

"This is because of me...." You whisper, and the tears begin falling out of your eyes.

"No, no, Babe, this isn't your fault, (Y/n), please. It's okay."

You shake your head, "This is why I didn't tell anybody.... Because they would get hurt," You say sobbing.

Newt has just finished wrapping a bandage around you leg, so he moves up and sits next to you, kissing you softly on the cheek.

"(Y/n), I would die for you, this is nothing okay? I'm glad to have it if it means one less on your body. I just wish I could take all of those hits you've had. I just wish I could have been there for you all this time."

Newt used many towels cleaning up the blood on you, so many that he finally just got a stack of towels. You pick up one of the clean ones and get it wet, and you begin to clean up Newt's arm. A little bit of pain that he took for you, and your heart melts seeing the blood and the swelling in his arm.

"Thank you." You whisper, patching up his arm.