Prompt: Newt gets sick to the point where he's confined to a bed. Credence has to care for both the creatures and Newt!
“And then, guess wh—, and then Dougal said to me, “Newt, mate, you’ve got to invest in galleons!” Isn’t that just the best advi—achoo!”
Credence tried not to look too worried as he stuck a thermometer under Newt’s tongue again. His fever was rising and it showed. Newt had dark circles under his eyes from a restless, fever-dream filled state all last night. His face was flushed red and his jewel green eyes were glazed over, unseeing. His nightshirt was soaked with sweat–Credence would have to change it soon. He sighed as he looked at the thermometer: 104 degrees Fahrenheit.
“Oh Newt,” he lamented, and bent down to kiss his forehead. His skin was burning up under Credence’s lips. The other wizard giggled.
“You kissed me, Credence!”
Credence smiled sadly and took out a clean handkerchief to wipe Newt’s nose. “I did,” he said quietly before casting Scourgify on the piece of cloth. He cast a cooling spell on the bucket of water next to him before dipping in the cloth, wringing it out, and folding it to lay across the other man’s forehead. Newt shivered despite being covered in three separate blankets and Dougal chittered in worry next to him.