I'm so soz! I have been...away *looks into the distance* Lol, well, we were moving my horse to a different barn to the winter, so I have been super stressed. My mare finally is settled in (as of today) so I had time to post this (: Yup. My toe is throbbing (and blue), but my horse is happy. Lol. I was stepped on. Anyway. As always, reviews are welcome, I KNOW some things may not be...correct...but do not go all ninja on me or anything..

Alec woke up in a panicked state. He jumped up from the bed, and looked around wildly. Mayrse jumped up and ran to her son, gasping at how thin he was. She held him in a tight hug, but pulled away moments after. She looked furious and relieved. It was a strange expression.

"Never scare me like that again! I can't loose you too!"

Alec looked ashamed. "I'm sorry," he said. He felt better than he had in a while. Alec's stomach growled. "I'm hungry," he whispered. He didn't know what else to say. Mayrse's expression softened.

"Okay. Let's get you something to eat."

Alec stayed in bed for a week after Magnus had saved him. After that week, he was allowed to walk around a bit. Catarina was happy with Alec's progress. He had gotten way better, and although he was far from being at his normal weight. Magnus had truly saved him; he had healed him as well as making his heart start again.

He was worried about Magnus, though.

Magnus hadn't been to the hospital since Alec's 'death'. Every time Alec went to call him, he was taken immediately to voicemail, and he was never home when Isabelle went to find him. She had gone twice, both times all of the lights were off, and neither Magnus nor the cat was anywhere to be found.

Alec was worried, because Magnus still thought he was dead. Alec had totally flipped when Jace had told him. He had jumped out of bed, and had tried to pull the wires from his torso so he could leave. Jace had attempted to calm him, but Alec was frantic. He tried to leave, and Jace had to hold him back. Alec had screamed and cussed and eventually had to be sedated. Since then, he had done everything he was asked to, so he could get out of the hospital quickly. Alec hated being there; he hated having people worry about him, especially after what had happened to Max.

Alec left the hospital on the eleventh day's morning, although Catarina still insisted on "checking on him." He had asked Isabelle to bring him his clothes, and was thankful he no longer had to wear that wretched hospital gown, or the feeding tube for that matter.

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Alec took a cab downtown, and got off at Magnus's apartment. All of the lights were off, and Alec frowned, hurrying inside. He trudged up the stairs, and rang the doorbell.

No one answered.

Alec growled and pressed his finger on the bell so it rang continuously, a shrill high-pitched cry, until he finally heard the Warlock yell on the other side: "It's open."

Letting himself in, Alec stood at the doorway, unsure of what to do. He tugged at his jacket sleeve self consciously, trying to hide the bulge that was his PIC line. Magnus was on his couch, surprisingly not wearing any glitter. He had on pajama pants with ducks, and Alec recognized his wrinkled blue shirt, and wondered why Magnus hadn't washed it.

"Mag?" called Alec softly. Magnus looked up. His eyes were brimmed with tears.

"No," Magnus buried his head in his arms. His voice was hoarse, and Alec felt a pang of guilt. "You can't be here. You're dead. I killed you."

"You saved me."

"I didn't. I tried to, but I couldn't." Magnus's voice broke, and he curled into a ball. Alec walked over, and pulled at Magnus. Magnus froze. He looked up, and Alec felt awful when he saw Magnus's eyes. They were red and puffy from crying, and he looked so…vulnerable. Alec wasn't used to seeing Magnus like that. He looked younger, like a child, afraid and lost and alone. "You're real," he choked, standing up. Magnus threw his arms around Alec's neck, and pressed his lips to Alec's.

Reluctantly pulling away, Magnus stared at Alec. He couldn't get enough of him, after thinking Alec was dead. Magnus had spent the week at Downworld bars, high or unconscious, trying to forget. He had remembered in blows, and had woken up sobbing, screaming for Alec. Someone had finally found him, and had brought him home last night. Magnus had been asleep and didn't know who to thank.

Alec looked good, he was on his feet after all, but he was still a stick. Magnus cleared his throat. "Have you been eating?" he asked, trying to look suspicious. He was so happy it was hard to do.

Alec nodded: "Yeah. You made me feel better. Thank you, I hated that feeding tube. And, you know, thank you for saving my life." Alec blushed.

"Are you in the 'all clear'?"

"Kind of. I don't have to stay in the hospital. I have a PIC line," Alec pulled up his sleeve. Magnus's brow furrowed. "I apparently still need meds and such."

"Ouch," he said sadly. It looked extremely painful. Magnus hated that Alec had to wear one.

"Yeah. It doesn't hurt that much anymore. Catarina still insists on 'keeping an eye on me', as she puts it." Alec pouted. "I'm eighteen; I'm perfectly capable of taking care of myself."

"You starved yourself."

Alec looked down, and fidgeted with his PIC line. "I'm sorry."

"Don't apologize, hon. Never again, though."

"I won't."

"You'll be okay?"

"We'll be okay." Alec looked back up, his eyes meeting Magnus's. Alec pulled him into a soft kiss. He didn't know where their future would take them, or what it would hold, but he- they- were happy. And that, for that one moment, was all he needed.

R&R my lovely readers!