Newt x reader

Chapter Forty- Eight

Sitting in your hospital bed virtually alone, Newt asleep next to you in a chair, his hand still on yours, the way he fell asleep, you can't help but think that it's like a second home. You're here often enough.

Sighing, you turn over in your bed, still keeping a hold of Newt's hand. You've just woken up after being sedated, and no one's been in to see you yet, and Newt is still asleep. You close your eyes, but all you see is visions of your father, and what he's done to you. Closing your eyes tighter to prevent the tears from escaping, you will the thoughts and memories to go away, never to be seen again.

"(Y/n)?" Newt practically whispers, unsure as to whether you are asleep or not, and you open your eyes, hurriedly wiping the tears away. He grabs your hand, stopping your actions.

"Shh, It's okay. It's all okay," He says kissing your forehead, "We got him. He's locked up, you're safe."

Could it really be that simple? Could you finally be free? It seems to good to be true, and in your experience, good means gone. Nothing that is good is meant to last.

Sensing your silence and confusion and hesitation, Newt keeps talking, "There will be a trial, they're scheduling a date, then it will all be okay, okay?" He desperately wants everything to be okay, you can tell, so you smile, Everything's going to be just fine.

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The court date is set, a week from now. It's been a few days, and you've been discharged from the hospital, and  you're scared.

You're not sure what time it is, the sun has been down for a few hours, and you can't sleep. You haven't slept in days. 

You turn over in bed and close your eyes, trying to get sleep to overtake you. You begin to get tired, and start to slowly drift off....

A flash of a knife, strike of a match, and you shoot back up in bed, panting and sweating, tears streaming out of your eyes. A dream or a flashback, it makes no difference to you and your shaking form in bed. 

Lying back down, making no effort to stop the tears in your eyes, you curl into a ball and cry silently, still shaking, until the sun comes up.