A/N: Just a short ficlet from Magnus' point of view. Read and review? Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I do not own The Mortal Instruments or any of the characters.
The Doctor Is In
He was a Warlock. The High Warlock Of Brooklyn, no less. He was made for doing great magic, holding on tight to his crown as the mythical magician, and throwing kick ass parties. Nowhere in his contract had said that he would also become the resident doctor to the Nephilim.
"Magnus, heal Maia!"
"Magnus, heal Luke!"
"Magnus, you need to help Jace!"
"Magnus, we need your assistance!"
After those damn angel children had found out that he had signed the young Fray girl's mind years ago and had been quite close with her mother, they had called upon him for help with the most menial things.
He had a degree in witchcraft, not a PHD in the medical field. All of this doctor work was going to cost them. After all, he didn't make house calls for just anyone.