✉ - push my muse back down when they try to get out of bed (perhaps involving illness, injury, or sleep deprivation)
Percival growled in frustration as Newt pushed him back down onto the bed for the third time. It was as if the man knew what he was going to do before he did. He just wanted to be useful, and lying here in bed, doing absolutely nothing when he felt fine, was not useful.
“Oh come on!” he huffed, slumping back into the pillows. “I’m fine Newt!”










