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Alec Lightwood stared at the paper with a determined glint in his eye. Gripping the pencil he set the tip to the page. His hand slipped and Alec cursed under his breath. A car passed by the window and the loud noise triggered his memory of that horrible night.
He had been walking home from the coffee shop where he had just met the most amazing guy. Magnus, that was his name, he had the most amazing smile. I can't wait to see him again he thought. Alec remembered the glee he had felt as he skipped home, the Magnus' number written on his arm. He had been so excited he hadn't heard the footsteps behind him.
"Hey!" A gruff voiced yelled behind him. Alec recalled turning around and all he saw was a bat swinging towards his face.
How can I go see him now? I'm crippled. Isabell had told him that a boy named Magnus had called a few times, but Alec couldn't bring himself to call back. At least not until he could master simple things like writting his name.
Alec let the pencil slide from his fingers and thud on the desk as he dropped his head into his hands. Tears fell from his eyes when he looked at his gimp hand. The doctors told him it was a miracle he could perform even rudimentary motor skills. Writing again would take an act of God.
Taking a deep breath, Alec picked up the pencil and set it back to the paper. Ignoring the twinge of pain that coursed through his arm he began to scribble on the paper in earnest. After what felt like minutes Sam set the pencil down and focused on the words on the paper. Scrawled on the first line in blocky kindergarten letters was the most glorious thing he had ever seen, his name.