Disclaimer—I don't own any of these characters; that honor goes to Cassandra Clare.
Charlotte stood up sighing, "Henry that's the third time the bell's rang this morning."
"Do you think you should be getting up, my dear?" Henry queried.
"Really Henry, I'm perfectly fine!"
Tessa hid a smile in her book as she heard the often-repeated exchange between Henry and Charlotte. He was always concerned she shouldn't be doing anything since she was pregnant.
"Where's Sophie?" Jem asked, looking up from petting Church.
"She went out for the afternoon" Charlotte replied, already hurrying to answer the door.
"Gabriel?" Henry, Tessa, and Jem heard Charlotte ask in surprise.
They turned to see a barely conscious Gabriel Lightwood stumbling in the door.
"We need to get him upstairs," commanded Charlotte. Henry and Jem immediately moved to support Gabriel's lean form.
Cecily and Will came tumbling down the stairs, their cheeks flushed pink from training. They both stopped when they saw Gabriel's white face.
"Who is he?" Cecily questioned.
"It's not a 'he', it's a 'that'" Will scowled, "and it's name is Gabriel."
"Will! Help us!" called Charlotte as Gabriel finally collapsed, his eyes rolling back as he slumped to his knees. Henry bent down and scooped him up, continuing to carry Gabriel upstairs.
Henry carefully laid Gabriel on a bed in one of the many extra bedrooms. Gabriel stirred, moaning feverishly, his normally pale face even paler.
"What's wrong with it?" Cecily asked, following Charlotte.
"I'm not sure. And stop sounding like your brother. Gabriel Lightwood is a 'he' not an 'it'".
"But he's a Lightwood" Cecily persisted.
"He is also a Shadowhunter. Honestly, Cecy you spend too much time around Will! Fetch some cloths and a bowl of cold water" Charlotte said in exasperation.
"Charlotte, he has a fever," Jem said as Charlotte came in.
"What happened?"
"He hasn't said. Has anyone found Gideon?"
"He's escorting Sophie while she shops" Charlotte replied, her eyes dark with sympathy.
She turned as Cecily appeared and reached for the water and the cloths. Carefully Charlotte smoothed a cool, damp cloth over Gabriel's forehead.
His sleepy green eyes blinked open and he let out a wet cough.
"M—M—Mrs. Branwell?" he mumbled, shivers wracking his slim frame. Cecily hovered in the doorway, watching as Charlotte shushed him.
"Cecily? Can you please get some blankets?" she asked.
"I'll show you where they are" volunteered Jem.
"It's fine. I know where they are," Cecily asserted, sounding slightly defensive.
"Jem, why don't you ask Bridget for some broth?" Jem nodded, looking grateful to escape the room.
"What happened?" came Gabriel's quiet voice.
"I was hoping you could tell me what happened" Charlotte replied coolly.
"I—I—I'm not sure…" Gabriel's brow furrowed, "I guess I was sick…"
"Is it demon pox?" inquired Will, his dark head sticking around the doorframe.
"No it isn't" Charlotte snapped and shooed him out of the room, just as Gideon strode in.
"Where's my brother?" he demanded, worry showing beneath his anger. He cradled Gabriel as his younger brother clutched at him.
"Gideon?"