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Re: Fill: 5 times Newt had to patch himself up, and 1 time there were humans to help him 5/6

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5.

“Oh, hello there.”

When Newt had finally tracked down the thunderbird in Egypt, he hadn’t expected the traffickers to have a baby basilisk in a nearby cage. Peering at the creature more closely, Newt’s heart wrenched when he saw the empty sockets in its triangular head. “Oh, you poor thing.” He whispered as it drew up and hissed threateningly. What he wouldn’t give to be a Parselmouth right now.

At the sound of voices nearing, Frank screeched warningly and Newt quickly ducked behind some crates. Three men entered the tent with some equipment in their arms, causing Frank to rear back, his restraints chafing horribly against his joints. A quick scan told Newt all he needed to know and he felt bile rise in his throat. Thunderbird blood was extremely prized as having similar properties to phoenix tears and these traffickers now had a veritable well of it.

Newt worried his bottom lip between his teeth before making a decision. Newt quickly stunned one of the men, and in that moment of distraction sent a diffindo at Frank’s chains. One of the men sent a bombarda at the crates Newt hid behind, forcing him to dive out of the way.

Unfortunately, his path of trajectory took him crashing right into the basilisk’s cage, where sharp fangs sunk into his hand. Immediately, Newt could feel the venom coursing through his bloodstream like acid. He groaned with pain and quickly deposited the basilisk into his case, before turning to see Frank take down the other two wizards.

It suddenly struck Newt how much noise they were making. More traffickers would definitely be on their way. Casting a quick ward at the entrance, Newt held his throbbing hand to his chest and staggered to kneel with his case in front of Frank.

“I’m just trying to help.” He said, fumbling with the latches and listening anxiously to the shouting outside. “Please could you just pop in here for a bit? It won’t be for too long. I’ll patch you up and then I’ll bring you back to Arizona. How does that sound?” The thunderbird fixed him with an imperious stare and Newt held his gaze unwaveringly until Frank leaped forward and dived into the case.

With his vision blurring at the edges, Newt teetered on his feet and gathered his case before disapparating and hoping to Merlin he didn’t splinch himself.

He stumbled into his room and all but fell into his case, agony arcing through his body as if someone had pumped liquefied crucio into his veins. Gathering his healing supplies, he rushed out into the Arizona desert habitat he had prepared, oblivious to the worried stares of his creatures as he stumbled by.

Careening through the canvas flap, Newt was immediately assaulted by the hot desert sun. Woozily falling to his knees, his vision focused on the still form of the basilisk before him, half buried in sand.

“Oh no, please no,” Newt scrambled forward to cup the lifeless body in his hands. The first sighting of a basilisk in centuries, and now it was dead after who knew how long in captivity. It couldn’t have been more than a year old considering that Newt was still alive after having been bitten. His eyes prickled with tears and he felt lightheaded, searing pain spreading through his body.

Then, he felt something splash on his injured hand. Newt’s first thought was that Frank must have summoned some rain, but that didn’t quite make sense seeing as he still had to clench his eyes against the bright sun. And when had he fallen on his back? Slowly, he turned his head to see his hand splattered with blood. Eventually, things clicked.

“Oh no, Frank, you didn’t.” Newt struggled to sit upright. “Look what you’ve done. You didn’t have to scratch yourself just to help heal me.” Frank cawed exasperatedly, and if he were human, he would have rolled his eyes. With Frank’s assistance, Newt managed to stand up, the pain quickly receding but being replaced by a burning sensation. The thing was, although thunderbird blood had similar properties to phoenix tears, the former had the unfortunate side effect of causing a fever by raising one’s temperature to literally burn through poison.

Newt wasn’t quite sure how, but when he next woke, he found himself in his bed in the corner of his workshop. Shakily, he went around to each enclosure, feeding and reassuring his worried creatures. Eventually he reached the desert habitat where Frank seemed to be waiting for him expectantly. Newt walked up to him and stroked his golden feathers.

“You know, I never did thank you for what you did.” He murmured with a fond smile. Frank nudged him with his beak and Newt laughed. “Alright, alright, but at least let me return the favour.” He gathered up his scattered supplies and carefully cleaned and healed each wound Frank had gotten during his time in captivity, as well as the new gash he had given himself.

“Some of these are going to scar quite dreadfully,” Newt mused as he finished up, carefully stroking a long gash across Frank’s beak. “But you’ll still look perfectly majestic.” He added at Frank’s indignant screech. With a few powerful strokes of his wings, the thunderbird took to the sky. Clouds rolled in and Newt laughed gleefully as the first drops of rain hit his upturned face. After a few minutes, Newt cast a drying charm and made his way out of his case.

He had a ticket to book.