My Light in the Darkness; A Crehome Fanfic

The Hospital

Whatever trace of the young, whole, beautiful Caoimhe Scamander was gone.

She was wearing a white cloth nightgown that was sleeveless and went down to her knees. She was in a room made entirely out of glass, lying on a white bed, propped up on some pillows. Her face was pale, skin stretched tightly over her bones. Her usually soft curls were tangled and matted. Bruises covered every part of her exposed skin. Her limbs jerked, despite the fact that the Healers had tied down her arms and legs. Her pale pink lips were covered with a white mask with a bottle that released a gas that allowed her to breathe easier, but despite that, she was still wheezing just as hard as ever.

Credence was never allowed into the room. He could only watch through the walls. Sometimes, Caoimhe would catch his eye, and she would instantly tear up at the things the sickness had taken from her. Her life, communication with her husband, her home...

Mr. Scamander never left her side. Every time Credence went to visit, Mr. Scamander was in the room. He rubbed an oil for bruises on her skin. He replaced the bottle on her mask when the gas inside ran out. When the pain became so horrible that Caoimhe would thrash and scream, he would wave his wand and allow her to slip into a deep sleep. He concocted potions to strengthen her, but they had little effects and each only worked for about an hour. One night, Credence saw him brushing her curls gently until her hair became exactly as Credence always remembered it to be.

Credence refused to go back to their house. He didn't want to lie in the same bed that he and Caoimhe used to lie in together. So he spent the nights at Mrs. Scamander's home. Whenever he came home and headed up to Theseus's old bedroom, there would be a plate of warm cookies waiting on the windowsill. But Credence never ate them. How could he enjoy sweets when the world around him was crumbling?

Newt visited Caoimhe often too. Sometimes, Credence would see him at the hospital, watching Caoimhe through the glass walls. Sometimes, Newt would be holding the niftier, and watching as Caoimhe laughed softly at the sniffler's attempts to break through the glass walls and steal anything in the room that was shiny. Tina would be by Newt's side too, smiling sadly. Being in Newt and Tina's presence comforted Credence in a sad sort of way. It let him know that he wasn't the only one battling for Caoimhe's life. Everyone was.

The sickness was just stronger.