Re: [ER: Newt & Patrick]
Going into Muggle territory—and few places were so Muggle as a hospital—meant Newt needed to blend in. It was more than he ever did for any of wizarding kind, but considering this was on Patrick's behalf, and that he'd reflect upon the other man, it was the least he could do. Now, he didn't manage it extremely well, but a jumper and trousers were better stock than his usual. His blue coat was over his arm as he approached the small desk, rather wondering if there was some other desk with some other nurse he was meant to ask for. In a canvas bag, he carried the items Patrick'd asked for—clothing, sandals, and so on. He'd taken care to make certain there were no loose strings, nothing so terribly dangerous, and he held the bag up to the woman at the desk, as if it might help her understand what he was there for. He gave her his name, which she only smiled about slightly, and she went off in search of her superior.
Newt wasn't sedated. In fact, though you couldn't tell from looking at him, he was rather angry. Not with Patrick, but with Adrian. This was utter nonsense. And while, of course, he understood why Adrian did it, that didn't change the fact that it was utter nonsense and that, really, when it came down to it, it was about Adrian, rather than Patrick at all. That was the worst of it, really. This was all for Adrian.—But, Newt didn't want to think about all that and it didn't matter how he felt. More concerning was Patrick and how he felt. Because, it wasn't as if he'd not been able to tell his friend was quite upset. He'd heard the hollow notes, but he'd felt good about managing to get Patrick to come see him. And now, this was happening. If Patrick was overwhelmed before, this couldn't be helping, or so it was to Newt's mind.
He looked up through fringe as the 'charge nurse' came for him. He followed after her, gaze on the flecked tile underfoot. He didn't bother to look up—curiosity, I'm afraid, nowhere to be found—until they'd arrived at room 5. She opened the door and he went inside. Patrick was there, of course, a bracelet on one wrist, but otherwise looking rather as he always did. Newt glanced at the woman as she departed, then let gold gaze flick back to his friend. "Hello. They've taken the bag at the desk. You'll get it once they've looked it over."