When the Sun Sets in the East
Chapter 4: Spring (i)

"You can cut all the flowers but you cannot keep Spring from coming."
- Pablo Nueda

The water flowing from the tap was scorching hot, but he didn't mind. All that mattered was that he got the blood off his hands. He scrubbed and scrubbed them, raking at his skin with blunt fingernails to rid himself of the sticky red liquid on his skin. The blood had been thoroughly washed off by the force of the water flowing from the tap, but Alec could still feel it in his skin. He could feel the blood seeping through the pores of his skin till it mixed with the blood in his own veins. No matter how hard he scrubbed he could still see that his hands were tinted red by blood. It was probably because he scrubbed his hands till they were red and raw but he just kept scrubbing at it, hoping the blood would finally wash away. Hoping his deeds would finally washed away. He looked up to the man staring back at him in the mirror through the layer of steam gathered on it. His hair was tangled messily, with odd bits sticking on his face due to perspiration. His eyes were wide open, bright blue irises contrasted with red veins, watery and tired. It didn't bother him that his hair looked terrible, nor did it bother him that he was on the brink of crying, his problem with the man in the mirror was that his face was unharmed. There was no dark purple bruise on his left cheek bone. His face was without flaw, which, ironically disturbed him the most. He looked down again at his hands. They burned from the water, stung from the fingernail scratches, and felt weak from the torment they've been through.

"Alec!" someone was pounding on his bathroom door.

"Alec open up!" the voice demanded.

Jace. His parabatai, and his brother. What he wanted he always got. There was a loud crack of splintering wood, and then long lean arms wrapped around him, pulling him away from the sink.

"By the Angel, Alec, what the hell are you trying to do?" Jace grunted behind him, trying to drag him out of the bathroom.

"Bloody hands." Alec replied weakly, allowing himself to be hauled away.

"Well, at the rate where you're going you might actually succeed in getting bloody hands." Jace informed him, carefully tossing his parabatai onto his bed. Alec was still looking at his hands, holding them gingerly before him as he examined the water rivulets slide down his skin. He could almost feel the heat radiating off them, the red raw flesh burning inside out. Jace had switched off the tap and grabbed a hand towel.

"Alec." Jace was crouched in front of him so that they were on eye level. The golden haired boy was beautiful, with matching golden eyes and cheekbones that could cut through paper if he tried, yet all Alec saw now was a brother in his eyes.

"Come off it, Alec." Jace snapped his fingers in front of Alec. "How are you feeling?" Alec shrugged and turned away.

"Like I just chainsaw massacred a bus full of school children."

"Well I think with Magnus' age he could be equivalent with a really big bus of school children." Jace added, not helping. Alec lay down on his bed, trying not to look at his hands.

"What is wrong with me, Jace?" he asked sullenly.

"You attacked Magnus Bane for no reason." Jace stated, which Alec already knew. He wanted to shut himself off. He couldn't hear this again.

"You single handedly beat Magnus up just because you saw him look at you." Alec stirred on his bed.

"You repaid the man who saved your life with a bad concussion and possibly some broken ribs." Alec sat up, the guilt weighing on his chest suffocating him.

"Damnit, Jace! I know! Stop telling me!" he yelled, unable to keep it in any longer. He tried to stand up to leave the room but Jace stood up and blocked his path.

"No." Jace responded sternly. "You are going to sit here and listen to it." he decreed. It was the only way to get Alec to snap out of whatever daze he was in.

"I don't want to." Alec resisted, looking Jace in his eyes.

"You don't feel bad, don't you? That's why you don't want to know. You don't want to feel it, and why should you? You don't care about Magnus, you never did. You just used him. Used him to help you recover, used him because you have no one better to hate on, so why don't you just hate the person who would love you no matter what; and look how that proved to be true! He was dying and he never fought back from what Isabelle told me. Never! I know she isn't lying. Look at you! All scratchless and perfect. He didn't even put up a fight, did he? He didn't push you away or even ask you to stop, and still you kept at ending his life. You ought to go to Isabelle and kiss her feet, because if she weren't there you wouldn't only have blood on your hands, Alec. You would have a life on them too. Not just any life, the life of the one who loves you the most, the life of-"

"Stop Jace, stop!" he tried to push past Jace but Jace held on to his shoulders.

"Say it!" Jace provoked. "Tell me you hate Magnus. Tell me you hate him so much you would kill him in his sleep. Why are you feeling guilty about this? Huh? Washing the blood off your hands? Why? You should wear it like a glove, like a medal. Let it be known that Alexander Lightwood beat the person he hates most. The helpless warlock whos' only mistake was loving him."

And then Alec finally snapped. He shoved Jace backwards.

"I don't hate him! I don't! I love him. You're wrong, Jace! I feel so bad about what I done it makes me want to eat my heart out. I should never have hurt him. I feel it. I feel everything! You know why? Because I love him, Jace. I love Magnus."

Click.

The truth will set you free.

Alec fell down hard on his knees, the world spinning around him.

I love Magnus.

..

Scratch. Scratch scratch scratch. There was the slightly irritating noise of a pencil scratching against parchment paper in the background. Well, what the fuck? His head was throbbing so hard he felt as if someone threw him against a concrete wall head first.

Oh right, someone did throw him head first into a wall.

He groaned. He felt very heavy, like he was bound to whatever bed he lay in. He could hear the distant beep of a heart monitor, and smell the anti-bacterial air freshener around him. He was absolutely certain that he was in a hospital.

Scratch scratch.

Goddamnit.

He tried to open his eyes but only one succeeded in lifting the lid, the other is conveniently taking a nap. It was bright and blurry, like heaven with pencil scratches as the symphony of his arrival to the Pearly Gates. It hurt every time he blinked but it annoyed him that his vision was less than perfect. He could see a girl with bright red hair coloring at some sketch pad.

Aha. The scratch pencil culprit has been revealed. Is she drawing me? The ginger girl looked up to see Magnus looking at her.

"Magnus!" she cried, half shocked and half happy.

"Clary." he acknowledged. He wanted to say more but his head hurt more every time he tried to move a face muscle.

"Water you doinere?" he mumbled.

"Waiting for you to wake up. I must say I wouldn't have expected you to regain consciousness so soon. The nurse said with the blood you lost you it would be a miracle if you wake up in this 24 hours. Then again, you aren't exactly human." Clary explained.

"You brought me here?" he asked, puzzled. He remembered Clary Fray the small red head girl who used to scare Chairman Meow. He had watched her grow up since she was a toddler, and because Magnus never had children of his own, being able to examine her throughout her life was... Interesting.

"We all did. Well, Isabelle and I did. Simon and Jace took Ale-" Clary paused mid sentence.

"-Lexander." Magnus completed the word for her.

"I'm sorry, Magnus." Clary dipped her head guiltily. Like Isabelle, she felt extremely sympathetic towards Magnus.

"It's not your fault. Now, show me what you drawn." he replied, eager to change the topic. Everything else hurt so much right now his heart could use the rest. Clary bit down on her bottom lip, studying her drawing properly.

"I hope you don't think it's creepy or anything, but you look so... Different without your elaborate make up and glitter gloss. A good different, if you know what I mean. It's like your naked features can be seen clearly now, and I just had to draw you." she flipped her sketch pad over and suspended in the centre of the page was a picture of Magnus' face. It was a good drawing. His features were drawn so accurately it shocked Magnus himself, who was more accustomed to seeing his own face with make up rather than without.

"It's beautiful." he told her. "I mean I know I'm beautiful already but this is really good, Fray." By the looks of the picture it became apparent to him that his head was bandaged like a mummy.

"Now I have to kill you because you have seen my naked face." he joked and they both laughed. Well, Magnus tried to laugh. His stomach hurt when he tried to chuckle. At that moment Clarys' phone beeped. She removed it from her pocket and read a text.

"Already spreading news about the Fall of Magnus Bane?" he tried to joke again.

"No.. It's not that." Clary replied, half distracted by the typing she was doing on her phone. She put it down and looked up at Magnus, worry spreading through her features.

"Alec wants to see you." Magnus didn't know whether to cry or to laugh. Was this a joke? The person who put him here in the first place wanted to see him. What did Alec want with him now? To finish him?

"I don't want to see him." he said, with an air of finality about his words.

"Alright." Clary said. "But if you ever do he's waiting outside right now." she started texting again.

Bugger, Magnus thought.

..

The Chinese restaurant he chose was like any other chinese restaurant. Small and noisy with the clacking noise of wooden chopsticks on bowls. He had asked Jace to meet him here. This was the last place Alec would suspect he would go. The golden boy wasn't late, which surprised Magnus, because with that attitude he had he wouldn't expect him to be serious about anything. Jace pulled the chair opposite Magnus and sat down, obnoxiously dragging the wooden stool inch by inch to get closer to the table.

"So, who are we killing today?" he asked casually. Magnus ignored him and pulled out a small velvet box and put it on the table. Jace did not expect it in the least, his eyes widening at it. He did try to cover it up by making a joke about it.

"I am extremely honoured, but I must decline." he said dramatically. "My heart belongs to another." he added, grinning. Magnus had to resist the urge to smack his head. Instead, he opened the box. The ring was a thin band of bright gold with diamonds around it. Magnus had spent hours at the jewelry shop just staring at rings till it blinded his eyes. Most of the engagement rings were feminine; thick silver bands with one massive rock in the middle. It was all too common in women he knew Alec wouldn't be comfortable wearing it. After all, by being the proposer Alec had been set to the feminine one in the relationship by default. He didn't want Alec to feel like he was a girl.

"I want you to keep it for me." he told Jace, snapping the box shut. "Alec spends all too much time in my apartment and there's no place to hide it from him."

"How do you know I won't pawn it off for a vintage gun or something?"

"Because you love Alec too, and if you intend to do that then I'm ordering roast duck right now and we're not leaving until you finish it." Jace squinted at him.

"You wouldn't" he said darkly.

"Try me." Magnus challenged.

"Shouldn't you keep it so that you can pop the question when the time is right? Isn't that what people do?"

"I don't know when I'm going to ask, but when I do decide then I'll have it back from you." the warlock explained.

"Why me? Why not Isabelle? She's more suitable with this wedding stuff." Magnus raised an eyebrow.

"And how long do you think it takes before Alec finds out? One hour? Two? You know how excited women are about weddings."

"Right." Jace took the box from the table and opened it, examining the ring.

"Is that-?"

"Yellow diamonds."

"Is it-?"

"Of course it's real."

"This must cost a fortune."

"Two, actually, but I'm still alive." Jace nodded, impressed by the ring.

"Do you have any idea when you intend to ask?" Jace asked curiously. Hiding a ring wasn't a big deal but he didn't want it to disappear on his watch. Magnus shrugged.

"When Alecs' back to normal again. No nightmares."

"That might take like forever..."

"And so forever's how long I'll wait."

..

Jace and Alec lay side by side lengthways on Alecs' bed, their long limbs able to touch the ground beneath the bed. They always did that when there were kids, even though Alec was 13 and Jace was 11. When Jace first came to the Institute, Alec welcomed Jace with open arms because he finally had some boy who was almost his age whom he could train and play with. Jace was far more advanced in his studies although he was younger, and was distant towards Alexander when he first entered the foreign home. Yet, Alec tried his best to allow the other boy to warm up to him. After a year both boys were inseperable, and though they did not play normal games like mundane children, they would sleep in the same room, passed out from their own games.

"You died, Alec. It's the truth everyone has been hiding from you. You were poisoned in a demon fight and you couldn't recover from it. Your whole left arm pretty much died at first, with a fang lodged into it. We thought you were going to get better, then after six weeks a fever took you again. From what I know, Magnus did some fire thing and you came back six weeks later." Jace explained.

Alec found it all quite hard to digest, which was expected of anyone who just found out they died before. He couldn't remember much about Magnus before but somehow he knew everything now. It was like all the gaps in his memory was filling up slowly, and by tomorrow he expected his memory to be full and whole.

"So, all this time I've had Magnus' dad in my head?" he asked eventually.

"Pretty much." Jace agreed. "Talk about protective fathers." They both laughed at that, the idea of Magnus being a girl with a rogue father.

"I need to see him." Alec sighed. "I need to apologize, and I don't know. Make things right? Fuck, Jace. I'm such a mess." Alec slapped a hand to his forehead.

"Not fret, young Woodlight."

"You did not just try that yoda thing." Alec scolded.

"It's your fault. You let him bring over the movie. It was those high definition discs where you could see every ugly wrinkle on every monsters face." Jace cringed.

"My fault?" Alec repeated, feinting shock. "You brought the former mundane into our world in the first place! Everything he does originates back to you." he chuckled.

"Even the coke and mentos trick?"

"Especially the coke and mentos trick. Church was having a heart attack."

"Church was having a heart attack because he ran into your room after that." Jace retorted.

"Oh yes, Magnus was skinning a cat in our room. It's very heart attack inducing in cats." Alec nodded to himself.

"Sure sounded like it."

"Shut up, Jace." Alec laughed, blushing as he shoved his parabatai lightly.

"Careful there, Woodlight, I'm texting."

"Clary?"

"Yup, I'm telling her that you want to see Magnus."

"What, why?" Alec panicked, sitting up to throw himself onto Jace, tackling him for the phone. He pounced on top of Jace.

"Send, damnit, send!" Jace tapped his screen hard and shoved the phone down his jeans.

"You do know I'm gay, right?" Alec threatened.

"Well fuck." Jace cursed, and as if on cue the phone down his jeans vibrated, and Jace cursed once more, his leg jerking involuntarily. Alec started laughing, rolling back onto the bed as he clutched his stomach.

Jace sloppily retrieved his phone from down his jeans and read the text he just received.

"Alright, let's go." Jace sat up.

"He wants to see me?"

"Quite the opposite." Alec looked confused. "But he will want to, and when he does we'll be right outside waiting for him."

"How do you know he'll want to see me at all?" Alec asked.

Jace reached down to feel the bulge the shape of a small box in his inner jacket pocket.

"I know."

..

Magnus was good company to keep, Clary thought as she sat on a cushion couch beside Magnus' hospital bed. He could only move his lips to speak, and that was all it took for him to keep Clary company. She was the one who was supposed to make sure Magnus did not feel bored or awkward being in the same room with her, which was expected because she wasn't the one bandaged like a mummy. Yet, it was Magnus who assumed the role of the conversation starter, telling Clary about the first time she came to his doorstep with her mother. Clary listened very intently to Magnus, curious because she had no recollection of her first meeting with Magnus Bane. Magnus was a good storyteller, who could go on and on about something simple, but would never leave Clary feeling like she wasn't part of the conversation.

Even while suffering injuries, he could still light up the room with his words. Clary could clearly see why Alec fell in love with Magnus in the first place. Alec was shy, with odd jokes and close to being socially awkward- the exact opposite of Magnus himself. Magnus made him feel accepted, loving him for who he was, while Alecs' strong love could not be hidden by the fact that he was shy. It made Clary sad to see Magnus lying there talking about everything beneath the sky except Alec, when he obviously still loved him, even after Alec put him there in the first place. The door clicked open and Magnus stopped talking, his heart skipping a beat. He forgotten for a moment that his assaulter had been waiting outside the room all this time, but instead it was his sister who sauntered in.

"How you feeling, Magnus?" she asked, holding a tray of coffee in paper cups as she walked in, kicking the door shut behind her.

"Like a million bucks. Which is bad, because I usually feel at least like a billion. Must be the lack of glitter." he sighed.

"Ha. Ha. Should I call the nurse to give you a glitter shot?" Isabelle said sarcastically.

"Only if your boyfriend gets one. He's so not fabulous. Chairman Meow dresses better than him." Magnus stated plainly.

"That's because he doesn't have a fashionista as an owner." Isabelle pointed out.

"Oh Isabelle, how humble you are."

"I don't own Simon."

"Yes you do. You have that boy on a leash, or a whip." Magnus raised an eyebrow suggestively. Clary chuckled while Isabelle rolled her eyes.

"Alright, I didn't come in here to be mocked. Would you like some coffee, Clary?" Isabelle walked over to the round table next to where Clary was sitting and set the tray of coffee down, her heavy heeled boots clacking against the ground.

"I'm fine, Jace will take me home when it's Magnus' bed time." Clary flashed a smile at Magnus.

"Bed time? What am I, eight?" Magnus whined.

"Times one hundred divided by three broken ribs, a fractured skull, and some bruises, I'd say about ten." Jace said as he walked in.

"You obviously failed your math." Magnus retorted.

"Is?" Clary raised her eyebrows to signal something private to Jace.

"Yeah, not willingly, though."

"Alone?"

"No, with Mr. Brightside."

"Stop calling Simon that!" Isabelle defended.

"He likes it." Jace said dismissively. "Come on, it's late and Magnus needs to rest. See you tomorrow." Jace nodded, with Isabelle and Clary wishing him goodnight before stepping out of the room.

"Hey Magnus." Jace said as he held the door open.

"Yes?"

"Yellow diamonds." Jace reminded Magnus before leaving, closing the door behind him.

They found Alec sitting on the ground next to the door of Magnus' room, Simon pacing uncomfortably with his hands in his pockets in front of him.

"Simon, what's wrong? You look like you're going to throw up on Alec." Isabelle asked, putting an arm around Simons' waist.

"Blood. Blood everywhere." Simon looked down at his sneakers and scuffed them against the ground.

"Alright, we're going. Alec?" Isabelle looked down at her brother who had sat with his knees bent, feet firmly planted on the ground as his arms hugged them to his chest, his head lowered. He lifted his head up slowly to look at his sister.

"I'm staying." he decided.

"The nurses are going to kick you out. Mundane hospitals are strange like that." Isabelle warned.

"That's why we have glamours, Izzy." Alec replied with a hint of lethargy in his voice. "No one will know I'm here."

"You have to get some rest. We'll come back first thing in the morning, Alec." Jace tried to coax Alec into coming back to the Institute with them. Although he was not allowed into the room, Alec had somehow gained access to the X-Ray scan which showed all the bones he had caused Magnus to break. Jace was adamant in preventing Alec from seeing any of the damage he caused but Alec was too stubborn for his own good. After that his mood just went downhill and he sat outside the room, trying desperately to listen through the wall that separated Magnus and himself.

"I'm fine here." he replied stubbornly. Jace sighed. "Alec, look. I know it's my fault I dragged you here, and I realize that, but we really need to go home now. There's no purpose for you being here." he tried again.

"It's not your fault. It's mine." Alec set his eyes downcast, staring at a crack on the ground. "I- I don't want to go home b-because." He took a deep breath and looked up at Jace. "What if he-" he stopped mid-sentence, the word stuck in his throat. "D-dies." he swallowed hard, exhaling loudly.

"I've been with him the entire time since the doctors let him have visitors, Alec." Clary bent down to place a hand on Alecs' shoulder. "He's fine. He only complained once of twice that he can't scratch his head because of the bandaging but he's not in any pain. He's getting better." she told him reassuringly.

Alec made no move to shrug Clarys' hand off his shoulder but he turned his head away from her. "You didn't see his file. Even the doctors aren't sure. 'Possible blood clot in the brain.' 'Punctured liver.' 'Possible memory loss.' It's all because of me." his voice cracked in the end. "What's the point of me getting my memories back if he loses his? I rather he hate me now than have him not remember me at all. At least this way I know he used to love me. I can't lose him this way again, not like this. I just can't." he put his forehead on his knees and although he made no sound the shudders his body released made it evident that he was crying. It wasn't violent sobbing, just small painful shudders.

Clary took a step back and Jace advanced, but Simon waved them off, signalling for them to leave. Everyone looked at him in puzzlement but he simply nodded his head, "I got this." it seemed to have meant. Although they were reluctant to leave Alec in this condition, they left anyway. Alec didn't need pairs of eyes staring of him not knowing what to do. When they were gone, Simon took a seat next to Alec on the ground, leaving quite a distance between them.

"My mum kicked me out of the house when she found out I turned into a vampire." Simon nodded to himself. It was hard for him to talk about the subject to anyone, or even himself. He hadn't tried to either, but now was a good time to start.

"I was a son for seventeen years, and then just because I changed my diet and had longer incisors I was a monster. She threw me out of the house and then drew supposedly religious markings all over our house so I would not come back. In her mind, I wasn't her boy anymore. I wasn't the boy who would have piles of dirty laundry that mysteriously appeared out of nowhere, or had to have a haircut twice as many times as a regular boy because it was crazy curly. I wasn't the son she drove to the hospital one night in her night gown when I was ten because I had a seizure. Can you believe it? This is the hospital. It's not the blood that makes me uncomfortable to this place. It's the memories. I almost died. No, my mothers son almost died. If you could remember when you were ten years old, you would think loving your mother was icky. I did too, until that night I had the seizure. I don't think I've ever seen my mother crying before, but as I lay there shaking uncontrollably in my Star Wars pajamas she was crying, clutching my hand and stroking my face because my mother was helpless in helping me, and that tore her inside out. She kept telling me that it was going to be alright, and that there were doctors who were going to save my life, but I don't think I lived because of the doctors. I lived because I didn't want my mother to feel helpless, because I love her and I didn't want to die on her because she couldn't do anything about it." She was with me the whole three days I was in the hospital, telling me stories, keeping me company. She even tried to play video games with me, although she obviously was not good enough." Simon turned to look at Alec, still balled up, but his shuddering ceased.

"But look where I am now. My mother told me never to come back. She disowned me, she forgotten me. I repulse her, I think, although a single day doesn't go by where I don't love her less. It's my fault, I keep telling myself, because that's the only way I can live with myself knowing she doesn't acknowledge her only son and still love her." Alec lifted his head up, eyes shut as he leaned his head back onto the wall.

"But it really is my fault. I almost killed him." Alec admitted quietly, his face flushed red and wet from tears.

"Is it really? Would you have done it if you remembered who he is? Would you be the monster if you didn't have a devil controlling you?" Simon asked.

"No." came the quiet reply. "That doesn't change the fact that I'm responsible if he dies."

"He won't die."

"How sure are you?"

"Because he loves you." Simon replied bluntly. Alec tried to laugh but it made his chest hurt.

"And I have angel wings." he tried to joke.

"I'm serious, Alec."

"Alright, if you are right, how would that stop him from dying?"

"It's like me, my mum and the seizure of doom. He'll live because he doesn't want you to feel helpless, because he loves you and he doesn't want to die on you because you couldn't do anything about it."

..

"I said I didn't want to see you." Magnus called out into the darkness. His back was facing the shadow in the corner of his room but he could smell the other person.

"Technically, you're not, because you can't see me." the voice replied quietly.

Magnus chose not to reply to that, either from lack of wit due to anaesthesia or afraid of a slip of tongue. Instead he shut his eyes again, bathing in the glow of the moonlight, allowing sleep to claim him once more, but he could not ignore the fact that the most important person of his life was behind him, staring at him.

"If you're here to finish me off make it fast, my father misses me I know."

"Magnus I'm-"

"Sorry? Does it really seem that I care that you're merely sorry? And how many times has an apology fixed anything." Magnus snapped back. Alec was taken back by his response. He never had Magnus tell him off before, whether it was in their relationship or after, and it hurt that he did it now.

Magnus shut his eyes and inhaled deeply. It hurt him to yell at Alec with such hatred but he knew he had to do it. The Shadowhunter would never forgive himself if he saw the damage he had done upon Magnus' self.

"I'm sorry, more sorry than I would ever be for the rest of my existence, and I know I won't live as long as you, nor the quality of my short mortal life can be compared to yours, but that's the beauty of it, don't you think? Right now, in my life, however insignificant it is, the figure of most significance in it, is you. You make my every day worth pulling through, just to be with you, just to see you smile and breathe and laugh and love. With you I am immortal, with you I would have lived all the days which you had and will ever live, and I will enjoy every moment of it just because of you. I know I won't admit it in public or scream it off the top of the buildings, but right here right now between these four walls, I want to tell you that I am absolutely nothing without you. I can't phrase words as nicely as Jace does, so I'm just going to tell you the truth. You are all that I am ever willing to live for, any day of my life, but I blew that chance, didn't I, and I know now that I have to find another reason to live for, although everything is second best compared to you, and Jace tried to tell me that it wasn't me who did it, it was something to do with your demon father and however much I want to believe Jace, I want to believe that I did it too. I want to feel the pain and the guilt coursing through my system because I hurt the only person who loves me back. I want to know how much pain I caused you throughout these few weeks because if not I don't think I can let myself go without bothering about this because I just, I love you.." Alec ended. "But- yeah." he stopped himself, turned his heel and started leaving.

Magnus bit hard on his bottom lip.

"Al-" the Shadowhunter stopped in his tracks, his sneakers squeaked on the ground."-ec"

There was a strong pause where Magnus contemplated the words he wanted to say. The problem was, there was so many and none at all. He wanted the silence to define how hurt he was but at the same time he wanted to tell Alec how much he missed the old him- the Alec standing in his room breathing the same air at this moment- with all the words he knew in all the languages. Conflicted by his intentions, he decided not to choose one at all.

"Hold me." He decided. He wasn't going to repeat it again and Alec knew it, but the Shadowhunter could not believe what Magnus said. He decided if Magnus didn't really say that he would just be shoved off, but he slowly proceeded the hospital cot, sliding onto the bed, spooning Magnus. He put an arm around Magnus' waist and pulled himself into him, aligning his body with the warlocks', careful not to move abruptly as to cause the warlock pain. His heart was pounding so strongly in his chest he was certain Magnus could feel it from his back.

He felt Magnus lacing his fingers in between his of the hand he draped over Magnus' waist to hold him.

Alec shut his eyes, and tears wet the pillow they both shared.

I know right. Why is it shorter this time.

You waited so long for a filler chapter, and for that I apologise. I felt the story was lacking of some parabatai scenes and a bit of Clary & Magnus and I wanted to bring out the broken side of Simon (such a bitch I am)

Anyway, I hope you enjoyed this, I tried to emphasize on the relationship between characters in this chapter.

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