The Potions Master and the Magizoologist

Mourning

Note: this one might be a triggering to those that struggle with depression, suicidal thoughts etc. Please read carefully.

You had been in your lab all day. Newt, of course, assumed you were working on a new recipe. He was wrong. You sat in the corner furthest from both doors, curled up in a ball. You were still devastated at the loss of your beloved chimera. The death of Henry and Remy played in your head over and over and over again.
If only you'd left him at home.
If only you'd done something to save him.
If only you weren't so weak.
If only, if only, if only.
These horrible thoughts clouded your judgement. It was like a thundercloud had slipped its way into your thoughts and refused to leave. Tears spilled over your cheeks. You could feel your chest tightening. You missed him so much. Yes, you had a baby niffler now, but it wasn't the same. You had made Henry yourself. He was your first successful chimera. Everything was too much to bear with such a broken heart.
"A-Accio!" You said with a wavering voice and a clumsy wave of the wand. A cool metal handle touched the surface of your palm. You rolled up your sleeve, revealing many faded scar lines.
They were from so long ago, back in your first years at Hogwarts. You refused to even tell Newt about it. You swore to yourself you would never turn to this again. But right now, you were vulnerable and hurting. This was the last resort.
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Newt's POV
Elliott had been in her lab all day. I had thought nothing of it, so I left her alone. I went about my case, giving the necessary care to every creature. When I finally got to Frank, he was very distressed and flapping his wings wildly. I rushed over to try and calm him.
"Frank, what's wrong?" I asked him quietly. He looked at me sadly then turned to Elliott's lab. My heart dropped. I sprinted over and threw the door open. She sat in the back corner.
Her skin was pale, and those beautiful green eyes were closed. I dropped to my knees in front of her. I scanned her body, stopping at her arm. Lines were slashed all over her wrist, and it was bleeding profusely.
"No, no, no, no, no, no," I muttered over and over as I raced around to grab a towel. Once I got one, I pressed it to Elliott's wrist and gently slid her into my lap. With my free hand, I caressed her hair.
"Elliott, love, please be okay," I whispered as tears stung my eyes. She stirred lightly and I sighed in relief.
"Newt?" She asked weakly. I took my hand from her hair and placed it on her cheek.
"Why did you do this, darling?" I asked quietly. Her eyes welled up with tears.
"I couldn't save him. I was too weak to save him! I should've done something," she cried and buried her face in my chest. It broke my heart to see her like this.
"Elliott look at me," I commanded softly. She slowly looked up to meet my eyes. I put my hand back on her cheek.
"You didn't know that would happen. There wasn't much you could've done with your hands bound and your wand taken. I know how it feels to lose a creature you love. But believe me, it wasn't your fault. Henry and Remy loved you. You loved them. It was special and you will always have them in your heart and your memories. It will be hard to move past this, but I know you are strong enough to to it. And I'll be right there by your side the whole time." Throughout my little speech Elliott looked to have gained more hope in her eyes. "Do you want to know why?"
"Why?" She asked quietly and scrunched her eyebrows together. I grinned at her.
"Because I love you. So, so much," I confessed. Her eyes lit up.
"Newt, I love you too," she said and smiled. Tears still dripped from her eyes, so I wiped them off with my thumb.
"You are, by far, the best thing that's ever happened to me," I said before pressing a kiss to her lips.
"Now, my love, let's go get this arm cleaned up," I chided and stood up with Elliott in my arms. She giggled and rested her head on my chest. I was grinning like an idiot. How someone like me could end up with a girl as breathtaking as Elliott, I'll never know. But I will cherish every minute of it.