Newt imagines!

Bruises

You lie on the bed writing in your book. You weren't a good writer and you didn't write about anything with a specific meaning but in such an abnormal environment with massive walls that keep out man killing monsters, writing helped you relax.

You have just finished work and are waiting for your boyfriend, Newt to come home to your little house that Newt had built for your first anniversary.

The door swings open and you jump into his arms wrapping your legs around his waist.
He stumbles, grimaces and quickly puts you down.

You look at him concerned, "what's wrong?"

He pecks your lips, "nothing love." He says shutting the door.

You grab him, "your in pain, tell me what happened, is it your ankle?"

He attempts a smile. "No my ankle is fine."

"What is it then?"

"Y/n, it doesn't matter, you would only worry."

You notice a hint of dried blood around his nose, "Newt tell me, how am I meant to help you if you won't tell me?"

He lets out a long tiresome  sigh and slumps onto the bed burying his face in his hands. You sit next to him and rub his back.

"I got in a fight with Gally." His voice quavers slightly.

Your shocked, Newt is never the one to fight, he has always sorted it out using words.

You pry his hands away, he hasn't been crying but the pain is clear, giving him a quick kiss, you say, "why... Why were you fighting?"

"It doesn't matter," you go to protest but he cuts you off, "y/n, it's happened,ok, can we please not talk about it?"

You reluctantly nod knowing it was rhetorical. "Then at least let me help clean you up."
You pull him up and into the bathroom.

"How bad is it?"

"Not that bad." He says quietly making you doubtful.

"I need you to take your shirt off." Having worked with the medjacks for a while, you knew what to do.

He smirks, "need or want love?"

You take hold of the bottom of his top and mumble, "both."

He sticks his arms in the air and you carefully pull his top up, when it gets to his arms you can't reach and he has to take it from you.
You gaze at his normally stunning, toned chest but now is a painful sight, the marks of bruises beginning to form is on almost every inch of his chest, what is worse are the gashes. The cuts are small and shallow however they bleed a lot, the sight makes you want to cry, why would someone do this to him?
Mud has soaked through his top onto his bare chest filling in the cuts threatening infection.

You press your finger against his smooth skin, he flinches at your touch, going more gently you trace his abs as if they are some fascinating antique, which they practically are. His chest is so smooth and warm, you want to embrace him but your too scared to hurt him. You know he is happily smirking, enjoying you staring at his naked chest.
Snapping out of your gaze you take a towel off the side of the bath and start to dap at the blood.
The thick liquid keeps coming and you end up using plasters. Next you tackle his bruises, there isn't much you can do but you feel like doing something, in fact you would do anything as an excuse to feel his warm chest and his heart beat.
You decide to wash it.

"I need you to get into the bath, Newtie."

He painfully gets into the bath, you hate seeing him in pain.
Once he is comfortable you slip in opposite him, using a sponge you wipe his chest clean.
It's hard to tell if he is in pain because he is loving you caring for him way too much and has a cute but annoying smirk on his face.

You wipe of the last bit of mud away and look up into his entrancing eyes.
He cups your face in his hands and gently runs his thumb up and down your cheekbone, you close your eyes blocking out everything but him, you have an overwhelming sense of safety and love. You never want it to end.
He pulls you close to him while turning you around so your back presses gently against his chest. You rest your head lightly on his collar, snuggling into his neck. He rest his head on yours.
You both stay like this for a while, the only sound is of his heart beats and the small rising of his chest as he breathes.k
He kisses the top of your head and then returns it to its place. "I love you y/n."