”Whoa, you still speakin’ English?” Raleigh teases, but there’s no maliciousness embedded in his words or tone; he was trying to cheer Newt up the only way he knew how. Seriously, though, Raleigh could listen to what Newt was saying and hear him out, but that didn’t mean that he could understand it. His brain capacity wasn’t capable of withholding so much information — whether it be about Kaijus, ammonia, disgusting smoothies, or pancakes.
He had a craving for some pancakes, don’t judge.
”Yeah, I think you’re going’ta need some checkups,” Raleigh says, squinting at the clipboard above Newt’s bed that held some information; he couldn’t really read it, though — the handwriting was atrocious. After trying to evolve into a higher form of species trying to read what he couldn’t, Raleigh gives up and heads back to the chair his ass had been cozy friends with for hours.
And to think that this all came from a conversation about coffee. He was feeling a little guilty, now; although Newt had said that coffee wasn’t enough to take him down, the timing was pretty vague. Raleigh had no idea if his coffee made Newt’s condition even worse.
”Try’ta sleep, okay? I dunno about how medical works, but if they need you awake, they’ll get you awake. Take it from me: sleep is precious and definitely not for the weak,” he says, and gives a slight salute, a soft smile on his features, “—you did good. Let PPDC take care of you for a while.”
His eyebrow creased downward slightly, in silent rebuttal at the teasing statement. all the same, he’d think of some bad jokes to tell Raleigh in the future, when he wasn’t so brain dead or felt so shitty. He probably looked the part too. Newt hadn’t even shaved for days, maybe he should just grow a beard, it would certainly save time shaving after all.
He shut his eyes and nodded at Raleigh’s advice, mumbling an “okay” when needed. Smiling at the praise, he replied with a “You too.” That sounded like a great idea, getting taken care of, and sleeping. Yeah, sleep sounded great right about now.
Newt opened an eye, and looked at the Ranger. Was Raleigh still staying? He didn’t want to ask for fear of offending him, or giving Raleigh the impression that Newt didn’t want him here, because it was the exact opposite. That chair didn’t look that comfortable for sleeping in though… Maybe he could ask for a cot, or go back to his room, it was probably around night time anyway. Which was why the doctors didn’t hound him when he first woke, that or they thought he needed the rest more than they needed to do tests.
Newt closed eyes once more, letting his mind shutdown, clearing it off anything and everything — science could wait, his experiments could wait, and he deserved a break — before drifting off to sleep.
