Tina liked being on the other side of the doorway even less than being the one in the hospital bed.
She was sitting in the hallway outside Newt’s room, the door closed ominously, and all she could do was wait for any word from the nurse. All she knew was that Newt had knocked on the door of her apartment and nearly fell inside when she opened the door. He’d been shaking like a leaf, sweating, unnaturally pale, holding his bleeding hand close to his chest, and muttering about Acromantula venom.
She’d barely managed to keep him upright long enough to apparate him to MACUSA’s hospital of choice. He’d been whisked away by concerned doctors almost immediately, and she hadn’t heard anything since.
She didn’t know much about Acromantula venom, and now she regretted not reading up more on the creatures in Newt’s case. Then again, some of the creatures had little to nothing written about them- which was exactly what Newt was trying to fix.
For good reason, it seemed.
Tina looked up when she heard fast, near-panicked footsteps, and she stood when she saw Percival Graves coming down the hall like a man possessed. “Mr. Graves-“ she started, though the words got caught in her throat when his dark eyes focused on her.
“Tell me what happened,” he demanded, and she shrugged helplessly.
“I think he got bit by an Acromantula. He wasn’t making much sense,” she said, and he scoffed and turned to the two nurses standing by the door going over charts.
“Let me in there.”
One of the nurses frowned. “The doctor is still working, Mr. Graves. If you’re not directly related, then-“
“You’re going to let me in to see my fiancé right now, or you won’t have a job in about ten seconds,” Graves nearly growled, a heavy emphasis on the word ‘fiancé’.
Tina honestly hadn’t expected him to pull that trick again- people were going to start thinking he was serious, and that would lead to all sorts of awkward situations. But she wasn’t about to stand in his way right now, not when he had that furious, determined look on his face.
And the nurse wasn’t interested in fighting him on it, either. She swallowed hard and opened the door with a wave of her wand, and Graves immediately strode past her into the room.
Tina went to the doorway- not inside the room, though, much to the annoyance of the ever-watching nurses- and watched as Graves went right to the bedside. Newt seemed to be unconscious, though he looked marginally better than he had when he stumbled into Tina’s apartment.
“How is he?” Graves demanded of the surprised doctor.
“A bite from an immature Acromantula. With antivenom and bedrest, he’ll be fine,” the doctor said, and the tension seemed to drain from Graves’ shoulders- and from Tina, too.
She didn’t know what she would have done if Newt hadn’t made it.
And judging by the way Graves was reacting, he was just as upset at the thought. It was strange how close of friends they’d become lately, and all over this silly ‘fiancé’ act.
She tried to quell the suspicion she felt that ‘friends’ was the wrong word when Graves pulled a chair up to the bedside and stubbornly sat down. She was reading too much into things, she knew it.
Fill: Five Times They Weren't, and One Time They Totally Were (4/6)
Tina liked being on the other side of the doorway even less than being the one in the hospital bed.
She was sitting in the hallway outside Newt’s room, the door closed ominously, and all she could do was wait for any word from the nurse. All she knew was that Newt had knocked on the door of her apartment and nearly fell inside when she opened the door. He’d been shaking like a leaf, sweating, unnaturally pale, holding his bleeding hand close to his chest, and muttering about Acromantula venom.
She’d barely managed to keep him upright long enough to apparate him to MACUSA’s hospital of choice. He’d been whisked away by concerned doctors almost immediately, and she hadn’t heard anything since.
She didn’t know much about Acromantula venom, and now she regretted not reading up more on the creatures in Newt’s case. Then again, some of the creatures had little to nothing written about them- which was exactly what Newt was trying to fix.
For good reason, it seemed.
Tina looked up when she heard fast, near-panicked footsteps, and she stood when she saw Percival Graves coming down the hall like a man possessed. “Mr. Graves-“ she started, though the words got caught in her throat when his dark eyes focused on her.
“Tell me what happened,” he demanded, and she shrugged helplessly.
“I think he got bit by an Acromantula. He wasn’t making much sense,” she said, and he scoffed and turned to the two nurses standing by the door going over charts.
“Let me in there.”
One of the nurses frowned. “The doctor is still working, Mr. Graves. If you’re not directly related, then-“
“You’re going to let me in to see my fiancé right now, or you won’t have a job in about ten seconds,” Graves nearly growled, a heavy emphasis on the word ‘fiancé’.
Tina honestly hadn’t expected him to pull that trick again- people were going to start thinking he was serious, and that would lead to all sorts of awkward situations. But she wasn’t about to stand in his way right now, not when he had that furious, determined look on his face.
And the nurse wasn’t interested in fighting him on it, either. She swallowed hard and opened the door with a wave of her wand, and Graves immediately strode past her into the room.
Tina went to the doorway- not inside the room, though, much to the annoyance of the ever-watching nurses- and watched as Graves went right to the bedside. Newt seemed to be unconscious, though he looked marginally better than he had when he stumbled into Tina’s apartment.
“How is he?” Graves demanded of the surprised doctor.
“A bite from an immature Acromantula. With antivenom and bedrest, he’ll be fine,” the doctor said, and the tension seemed to drain from Graves’ shoulders- and from Tina, too.
She didn’t know what she would have done if Newt hadn’t made it.
And judging by the way Graves was reacting, he was just as upset at the thought. It was strange how close of friends they’d become lately, and all over this silly ‘fiancé’ act.
She tried to quell the suspicion she felt that ‘friends’ was the wrong word when Graves pulled a chair up to the bedside and stubbornly sat down. She was reading too much into things, she knew it.