"Magnus?" Isabelle. Boring.

"My third favourite Shadowhunter, beaten narrowly by Church. Actually by a lot."

"Magnus, we need you to come to the hospital. Alec... Had an accident."

"What?!" Magnus leapt up from his sofa, where he'd been idly stroking Chairman Meow. Chairman yowled and sprang to the floor.

He flung on a coat, a random one on the chair beside his bed. Stuffing his feet into shoes, he ran out the front door.

"What happened? Are you at Brooklyn Hospital? Is he okay?"

He heard a faint "Brooklyn..." as he pushed through the crowd.

He pushed somebody else out of the way as he ducked into a cab. "Brooklyn Hospital." he panted. The driver gave him a pitying look in the rear-view mirror and begun to weave through the traffic.

"He was hit by a car. He was running across a road and a taxi came out of nowhere. They're letting us in because we're family, but we could sneak you in?" She was rambling. Isabelle Lightwood only rambled when she was scared or she was stalling for time.

Why were those infernal machines made? Horses and carts were fine, aside from the manure left everywhere. It ruined a pair of boots once.

"I hope you're not wearing one of those sequined ones, that was fail." Magnus cast a look down at his coat. His heart dropped when he realised it was one of Alec's, literally the only proper coat he had. Maryse Had brought it for him as winter set into Brooklyn.

"I'm five minutes away, what are the nurses saying? Who else is with you?"

"Jace was with him, and he called me and Clary who's coming in with Simon. The nurses are saying it doesn't look good."

Magnus stared out of the window as raindrops pelted down.

Up ahead he saw the sign for Brooklyn Hospital.

"Hold on, I'll be right with you." He stuffed a fifty pound note into the driver's hand without looking and ran out the car. Sprinting up to the doors, he saw the pacing figure of Isabelle and the slumped profile of Jace.

"Isabelle!" he almost yelled, hurdling a row of chairs (empty) and skidded to a stop.

"Is he okay?" Isabelle had been crying.

"You can go in first. Then Jace, if they allow me in after, I'll go."

"No, you go..." Politeness... Since when had he been polite? He was stalling, wanting to see Alec, but terrified of what might have happened to him.

Isabelle turned away, her lip trembling. "See your damn boyfriend." Magnus pretended to ignore how her voice cracked. She was like him, too scared that she might lose Alec.

He walked through the halls, led by a tired nurse. He didn't walk with his usual pace or swagger. He cowered along the hallways, shoulders slumped, looking at lino tile after lino tile.

The nurse stopped in front of a private room.

"Press the panic button if you need help. He may act a little different, if so tell a nurse." She had bags under her eyes and coffee on her breath. Another mundane trying too hard to make ends meet.

Magnus nodded dumbly and opened the door, bracing himself. To his surprise, Alec was propped up on the bed, cast on his leg and a plaster on his head. He lifted a bandaged arm to push his hair away from his eyes.

Magnus stumbled back against the door, too relieved at Alec looking so ok (past the casts and bandages and heart monitors) to say anything.

"Are you the new doctor?" Alec smirked, looking Magnus up and down. Thank God.

Magnus broke out into a grin. He was okay, his Alec was okay.

"Well, I'm Alec, anyway. Who are you?"

Oh.