TBS and Newt Imagines

newt || just a fever

Just felt it's been too long since I've updated this book. For requests, please PM me! I don't do personal requests (where I replace Y/N's name with yours). Thank you.

"Just drink a lot of water, Winston, you'll feel better by tomorrow." you patted his leg and gave him a smile before going to Clint to document Winston's condition.

You were about to go to your next patient when the door opened abruptly.

It was Alby with Newt in tow. Your boyfriend was pale and sickly looking despite his strong build.

"Newt? Are you alright?"

"I'm fine," Newt managed to rasp out.

"Shut up," Alby commanded, handing him over to Jeff before looking at you. "your boy here almost fell over six times today. Six."

"Why didn't you bring him in sooner?" you bit out. It was obvious that you shouldn't be talking to your leader that way, but you were far too angry to care. Not to mention Newt would kill him if he harmed a hair on you.

"He didn't want to," he replied silently. "He knew you were on duty."

You sighed, dismissing Alby and walking over to Newt where Jeff was patting his forehead with a damp cloth. Once Jeff caught sight of you, he handed you the cloth and left without a word.

You were both silent for a while, but you started to cool his face with the cloth. You avoided his gaze because he stared at you with such guilt and love that you'd crack if you laid hands on him.

"I'm sorry." you barely heard it, but you read it on his lips.

"Do you have any idea what could have happened to you if Alby hadn't hauled you in here?" your voice was calm. Surprisingly so.

"I don't want you to get all bothered because of this."

"Are you insane?" your voice was a little louder now. "Yes, because I won't get bothered if you were brought in here, blacked out."

"I knew you weren't getting enough sleep lately. I could feel you tossing and turning at night. I thought I could hold myself up, Y/N. I really did."

Your heart melted when you felt his burning breath on your hand. You wet your hands with cold water and ran it through his hair and he closed his eyes, relaxed.

"You'll rest in our hut until tomorrow morning. Much longer if you're not a good boy," you warned.

"Oh, I'll be a good boy for you, love," he smirked, eyes still closed. You were pretty sure he could see your face turn beet red.

"Shush." you hit his shoulder gently, though your hand was hurt more than he was, having hit solid muscle.

"I'm really sorry, though, sweetheart," he said, still not opening his eyes. "I'm really okay. Take care of yourself first. I don't want to take care of you because you're sick - as much as I love taking care of you. Just don't wear yourself out."

You hummed in response. "Can you walk to the hut? I can't really carry you."

You insisted on walking slowly, but Newt managed to scramble his way through the Glade and to his - now your - hut.

Before laying down, you helped him out of his shirt and put a cold cloth on his head. "Sleep for two hours. Then I'll wake you and you can eat some fruit. We'll see how you are by then, okay?"

"Love you..." he murmured, slowly giving in to sleep.

"I love you too, baby." you kissed his cheek and left him to rest.

A little rushed, but I think this is okay. Thoughts?