Hello! Again, I'm sorry for the sadness. Also, my story may be a jumble of coding, just try to work through it. My computer is annoying.
Magnus woke up to a rasping cough that sounded like a demon. He looked over at Rafe's bed, and saw the little boy jerking as each cough tore its way out of his body. "Rafe!" He called quietly. "Crap." There was no Alec, because he was dealing with Jace. "Damn it, Jace, I need my boyfriend." But he wasn't going to call Alec away from his broken-hearted parabatai. He called Catarina, but it went to voicemail, saying that she was busy with a patient, and that she would call back. Magnus sighed. He went into Recently Deleted, and found Ragnor Fell's number. Steeling himself, Magnus pressed call. "What do you want." Ragnor's familiar voice warmed Magnus's heart, even though he was still mad. "Ragnor! Oh God, Ragnor, help! Rafe is… doing something, and I don't know how to fix it, Ragnor, please help, I know you're probably still mad-" Ragnor cut off Magnus's frantic explanation. "I'm definitely still mad, but that doesn't mean I'll let a kid die. Calm down, Magnus. I'll be right there." And a few seconds later, he was. Magnus resisted falling into his arms and sobbing. "Where's the kid?" Ragnor asked, his voice rough, and Mangus realized just how hard this was for him. "Here." Mangus fought back tears. When one fell, Ragnor noticed. "Magnus, relax. I promise I won't leave until the kid's better." Magnus could no longer resist the urge to break down in Ragnor's arms. Ragnor, as if by reflex, started to push Magnus off as soon as he fell, but seemed to think better of it, and let Magnus cry. Out of the corner of his tear-stained eye, Magnus saw Ragnor's magic, green and familiar. He sighed. A few hours later, he woke up on a bed. He had been up most of the night with Rafe, and he must have fallen asleep. Magnus sat up, and saw Ragnor passed out by Rafe's bed. Magnus got up quietly and summoned a cup of coffee, not wanting to wake Ragnor up with the coffee maker. He woke up anyway from the smell of the coffee. "Get me some of that, Magnus." He groaned, his voice gravelly with sleep and exhaustion. "Sure. Ragnor, when did you go to sleep?" Ragnor sighed, and he looked like he was contemplating whether to tell Magnus or not. "I didn't. I was faking. Now get me some coffee." Magnus resisted laughing. Ragnor was back to normal. Still, Magnus sombered when he heard a racking cough. Rafe was jerking again. Magnus choked back his cry, as not to alert Max that his brother may well die. As Magnus got himself under control, he heard Ragnor suppress a gasp. Magnus's head whipped up. "Ragnor, what is it?" He heard a splash as Ragnor's coffee splashed against the clean, linoleum floor. Magnus didn't notice. He was staring, horrified, at Rafe.
