"Wha-?" Alec muttered confused, staring at his phone, worried after hearing a crashing sound on the other side.
"What's wrong?" Izzy who was beside him asked.
"I don't know… Magnus. I have to leave."
"Okay. Go. I'll cover for you." Izzy said with no hesitation and Alec nodded at her, smiling.
"Thanks sis."
"Oh, Alec! Did you tell him yet?"
"No…" He frowned. "I was going to, now, but…"
"It'll be fine! Just tell him when you go there!"
"Yeah…" He said nervously. "I will…"
~o~
Fifteen minutes later he was outside Magnus' loft. Halfway there he had become too worried for the Warlock's health and started running.
He knocked on the door but got no answer and decided to just let himself in since Magnus had left the door unlocked again.
"Magnus…?" He called his name softly, but got no answer. Wondering if he had fallen asleep, he moved towards the living room, and true enough, found the Warlock there, passed out on the couch.
The Nephilim took another step his way and heard glass shatter under his feet. Surprised, he looked down and only then noticed the remains of the glass that Magnus broke, and the fact that his bare feet that were still on the floor were hurt from stepping on the glass which was still lodged inside his flesh.
"Raziel… What did you do Magnus?" He whispered seeing the alcohol and empty glasses too.
He moved beside him and carefully picked him up on his arms, carrying him towards his bed, taking care not to wake him. Once he let him down though, Magnus stirred, opening his eyes that were gold cat-eyes, now that his glamour had fallen away.
"Alec…?" He rasped, looking confused. "What?"
"Hush…" Alec whispered, softly touching his lips with one hand, while pushing his unruly hair back with the other. "Sleep…"
Magnus looked at him for a moment, and then closed his eyes again, succumbing to sleep.
The Nephilim leaned over him, planting a kiss on his forehead, and then touched his face softly.
'Did I do that to him?' He wondered, guilt washing over him once more. 'I was being too selfish…'
Sighing, he got off the bed, heading to the bathroom. He rummaged the drawers and managed to find some pliers, disinfectant and gauzes.
Back in the bedroom, Magnus was still sleeping. Heavily, by the looks of it.
Still, Alec sat carefully on the edge of the bed, wishing not to wake him, and put his legs on his lap to assess the damage.
Most cuts didn't look too deep, and being a Warlock, Magnus should have normally been already healed. But the fragments were still inside his leg, halting the process and as he took the pliers, and starting to carefully extract the fragments, Alec was grateful for the few medical lessons Hodge had given them, 'just in case'.
He kept gently removing little pieces and dabbing the wounds with disinfectant, before wrapping them in bandages. After ten stressful minutes, Alec was also really grateful to the alcohol, for keeping Magnus asleep. He'd hate to cause him pain while removing the glass.
When he was finally done and Magnus' wounds were all wrapped up and healing, the Nephilin got up and pulled the covers over the sleeping man, tucking him safely in. He then went to the living room to tidy up the mess of broken and empty glasses.
Among the shards he found Magnus' phone which luckily wasn't broken, and he realised that was the sound he heard when he called. He put it on the table, and finally, once the loft was as good as new, he found some painkillers and left them on Magnus' bedside table along with a glass of water.
He sighed softly looking at him sleeping peacefully, then leaned closer and gave him another kiss on the forehead, before silently leaving the house.
~o~