Grindelwald's P.O.V (third person)

His eyes opened to the clang of jaws slamming into each other. It took him some time to overcome the disorientation he was experiencing, but once he did, he noticed you laying on the ground, eyes closed and robes soaked with dark red spots.

Once the realization hit him, he gasped and sat upright, shifting you so your head was resting on his lap and he could hold you in his arms.

Tears started to sting his eyes as he watched you in panic. 

His eyes blurred with tears but he didn't wipe them away. Trying to focus on the present situation.

He quickly scanned the ground for his wand and found it several yards away. He was about to lunge for it when suddenly he was interrupted by the gigantic black dragon that had landed just in front of him not too far away from his wand.

He watched it intently and hugged your limp body against him, ready to protect you in any way he could.

The dragon took a few steps forward but didn't seem like it was about to attack. It stopped a yard or three away and seemed to be having intense eye contact with Grindelwald.

She saved you.

He was still staring at the dragon, but now suddenly realized that something about it wasn't quite right.

"What do you mean?" he said gravely, looking into the gem-like red eyes.

I'm sure you'll be able to figure that out yourself. But if I were you, I would hurry. She hasn't got much time left by the looks of it.

He glanced down at you. Your skin was unhealthily pale and your pulse had almost faded.

He looked back up at the dragon, who was also looking down at your motionless body.

"It's you isn't it, Owyn?" he asked softly, meeting the dragon's gaze once again.

The dragon roared silently and slowly moved his paw down the ground where Grindelwald's wand and shove it towards him.

We need to get back to the castle, she needs to be healed, or I'm afraid she will not survive.

Grindelwald was about to emotionally collapse, but instead, he heaved a deep sigh and took his wand, quickly casting some spells that should stop the bleeding.

"But how? I cannot disapparate with her in this state. The risk she'll get splinched is too high," he said stowing his wand away.

This is ridiculous, but I might know a way.

Grindelwald watched the dragon in front of him tiredly, when suddenly it started to shrink. It shrunk all the way until it was small enough for Grindelwald to reach its head.

I can fly you back to the castle, he said, spreading his wings and posing heroically.

Grindelwald looked down at your body hesitantly. But then placed a gentle kiss on your forehead, and got up and raised you in his arms.

"Is it safe enough?" he asked as he made his way to the dragon.

It nodded confidently and beckoned for him to lay you down on the ground.

Grindelwald did as he was told, and looked at the dragon for more orders.

Before long, he was sitting on the back of the dragon, you dangling in one of its paws. He knew it was safe and you wouldn't fall off, but he couldn't help but check once in a while.

It probably didn't take that long to get back to the castle at all, but to him, it felt like a century before finally, the turrets of Nurmengard became visible above the trees and mountains.

Owyn carefully laid you down on the soft bed of cold snow and then landed a few feet beside where he had dropped you and Grindelwald slipped down his scaly side.

He scooped you up in his arms and immediately set off into the castle, making his way toward the infirmary and ignoring all the curious and concerned glances he received from passersby. There was only one thing that concerned him right now. You. He needed to get you to safety before it was too late.

He heard a soft screech and noticed Owyn was at his heels, soaring behind him and through the castle. The surrounding people watched the owl dumbfounded and glanced at Grindelwald like he'd gone mad.

He had never been so desperate. Every passing second could be your last, and he knew this. It only increased his worry and anxiety. He needed to get you to safety. He needed you in his life.

Before he'd met you, his life had been dark and shady. But then, when he first laid eyes on you, he was sure you'd turn his life upside down, in one way or another.

And he was right. But now, that had almost ended, and he didn't want it to. It was too soon.

Tears started to sting in his eyes and he didn't fight them. He didn't care who was there to see this, there were too strong emotions of sadness and hurt that he could no longer keep it inside.

Once he finally reached the infirmary doors, they opened with great force without anyone touching them. The nurse watched him shocked but quickly snapped out of it when she caught sight of you in his arms.

The sleeves of his white shirt under his trench coat had turned red and you could also see the dark stains on the coat itself and the waistcoat underneath.

He placed you down on one of the nearest beds and the nurse came hurrying towards him immediately.

She started ripping open some of the layers clothing you were wearing and took out her wand to start healing immediately. She didn't ask anything and seemed to understand the earnest of the situation.

All Grindelwald could do was watch paralyzed, as the nurse was desperately trying to close all the wounds and bring you back.

Owyn came soaring into the room and sat down on the edge of the bed, watching the scene in front of him with his big amber eyes while sometimes glancing shortly at Grindelwald.

Owyn was aware of the fact he wasn't actually allowed to be at the infirmary, but since no one did anything about it, he decided to stay. He didn't really have a choice anyway.

I'm sure it'll be OK. She's strong. Stronger than most.

Grindelwald looked at him with tears in his eyes, before he staggered backward and sat down on a chair, looking at you with an incredibly hurt expression.

And there was only one thought that kept returning to his mind:

What if this is truly the end?

I don't know how much time had gone by. But I was sitting in utter darkness.

I felt like I was half asleep, but also half awake.

I had two options. Letting go, or staying longer in this black abyss which didn't seem to end.

I heard muffled mutters coming from every direction, and all I heard were mumbles and indistinct mutters.

I was starting to feel disorientated and lost every sense of direction. I didn't know what was up or down or left or right. I was just floating in this darkness that seemed to be endless.

I tried to ignore the mutters but they only grew stronger. I closed my eyes and tried to relax or let go of everything. But I couldn't completely. It seemed like I was connected somehow.

(Y/N)? I heard suddenly.

My eyes snapped open and I looked around, hoping to find anything that might indicate at life.

I strained to make out the mutterings and thought I heard some words.

(Y/N)? There it was again. The voice seemed to grow louder, and it was somewhat familiar. But I was too weary to link the voice to a face, and I gave up. My head hung down and I closed my eyes.

I felt my mind grow clearer and I noticed I was feeling a strange sudden boost of strength inside of me.

(Y/N)?

I decided to ignore it this time. It was over.

Everything was over.

(Y/N)?

I heard a strange groaning sound rang through the entire space.

The tone of the voice changed and it surprised me.

(Y/N)?

My eyes snapped open, and suddenly bright light overflooded a white room. I immediately closed my eyes and groaned tiredly. I was hurting badly.

I felt several stinging wounds on my body and I felt stiff.

I slowly tried to open my eyes again but the light was still too bright.

I slowly raised my hand to my eyes and moaned in pain.

My eyes very slowly adjusted to the brightness and I looked around wearily.

I noticed someone sitting beside me. A man. A man with platinum-blonde hair and expensive-looking clothes with bloodstains all over it.

I snapped fully awake and stared at him desperately as I started to realize who was sitting beside me. His head hung forward and his eyes were closed. An owl sat on the back of the chair, also its eyes closed.

My breath started to accelerate and I felt like I had a shortage of oxygen. Tears came to my eyes and I started trembling and shaking.

Suddenly Gellert shook awake and looked at me with concern. He called for the nurse immediately and took my hand.

The nurse came quickly scurrying across the room towards us with her wand ready. Gellert held my hand tightly and I felt sweat forming on my brow as my breaths became quicker and I started to suck in less air.

The nurse cast a spell on me and slowly, my regular breathing pattern returned. I leaned back against my pillow with tears in my eyes, breathing heavily and holding Gellert's hand tightly in mine.

I closed my eyes and slowly tried to relax as he was gently stroking my hand.

The nurse looked at me with a surprised look. ''This was greatly unexpected,'' she muttered softly. ''Almost all the life had left you. You were theoretically beyond the point where magic could save you. This is a true miracle,'' she breathed.

Gellert held my hand against his lips and a tear rolled down his cheek. The nurse smiled softly and left us.

''I thought this was the end. I thought I would never be able to talk to you again.''

I turned my head so I could look at him. ''You won't get rid of me that easily,'' I whispered slowly, a small smile forming on my lips as I watched him wearily. I was feeling exhausted. Like all the energy had been sucked from my body.

He opened his eyes and forced a smile.

Suddenly streams of memories and visions came rushing through my mind and I became worried once again. ''The dragon. Jonathan. What... what happened?'' I managed to get out.

He shook his head and smiled gently. ''Everything is fine. Please, go to sleep. You need rest.'' He placed a soft kiss on my forehead and caressed my cheek.

''I love you so much, (Y/N). You're the only one for me,'' he said. ''And no matter what. I will be with you. For as long as possible, my dear.''