Dying to See Her
Summary: Newt’s day has come, and Tina’s the only one present to say goodbye. Inspired by “Dying to See Her” by Brad Paisley.
Word Count: 1,560
Pairing: Newt x Reader
WARNING: Death Mention
He hadn’t been the same for a long time. The Newt they knew, he was gone long ago, and now Tina paces here at the side of his bed, the poisonous bite already seeping through his bloodstream and killing him slowly. St. Mungo’s had already said they could do nothing for him, that it was too far gone to be stopped now.
“Newt, I love you, you know that.”
He smiles, though it’s more of a grimace at this point. “I know.”
“And I don’t—I don’t see why they won’t do anything. There must be something they can do, something they can use, right? Some potion or spell or… or something?”
Newt shakes his head once, a slow movement that only furthers to drain the color from his face. “There’s nothing.”
“But you had a whole notebook. Something must be in it.”
Newt’s eyes shut. “There’s nothing, Tina. I was foolish. This is what I get.”
Her lower lip wobbles, just the slightest. She doesn’t, after all, have time to cry yet, not while he’s still alive in this hospital room for a few more seconds. “The war may have taken her, but you survived it, Newt. You don’t have to let yourself die.”
“It’s my time.”
“Newt,” she mumbles, grabbing his hand, “please don’t do this. She’d want you to live.”
Newt’s hand is cold and heavy in hers.
“Is it so bad if I join her again?”
She squeezes his fingers, nodding. “Yes. Yes, it’s very bad if you do. We need you here, Newt. Queenie and I need you. Jacob needs you. Pickett needs you.”
A shaky breath passes between Newt’s lips. “Tina, the guilt game won’t stop the creature’s poison.”