"Magnus!" He heard his name and felt hands shaking him—he pushed the hands away in annoyance, but they returned and came with vocals. "Magnus?"
With a growl Magnus opened his eyes—
To find Simon leaning over him with the most terrified expression he had ever seen on his young face.
"What?" he croaked, surprised to find his voice so hoarse. He cleared his throat and sat up, finding himself in his bedroom in his bed. He looked up at Simon who looked so guilty that Magnus pitied him, "It wasn't your fault," he said.
"I almost killed you," Simon whispered, sitting himself on the side of the bed carefully. Magnus smiled and leaned back against his headboard. Simon looked so calm but still looked guilty as he kept glancing at his neck. Magnus knew there'd a mark there, he could feel it.
"What happened to you Simon?" Magnus asked. Simon froze. Magnus watched as the young vamp started to turn towards him. So many emotions crossed his face that Magnus almost took his question back.
"I don't really know," Simon whispered. "It's blurry; one moment there's sound, the next there's not. First there's dead silence then there's screaming." Simon paused for a moment and drew in a shaky breath.
"Simon," Magnus started, his heart hurting for the boy in front of him. "You don't—"
""I heard Clary," Simon said suddenly. "She was screaming to me, yelling my name over and over." There was such a depth of bone-deep sadness that Magnus could feel it. He used some of his God given talents to take some of Simon's pain into him. Simon seemed to immediately feel lighter as he took a deeper breath than the ones he'd been breathing all in their conversation.
"You could've killed me," Magnus said. "But you didn't. Did you?" Simon smiled weakly at his appraisal.
"We need to save Clary." Simon's expression was of pure male determination and brotherly protectiveness over a girl he'd considered his best friend for many years. Magnus nodded. It was time to save Clary. He started to get out of the bed.
"But first," Simon said suddenly, standing and crossing his arms over his chest. "You need to rest," With raised eyes brows Magnus looked up at raised eyebrows. "I took a lot," he whispered looking down.
Magnus rolled his eyes. "Well, now you have a positive percentage of blood of the most sexiest and awesomest warlock in Brooklyn. Consider yourself three hundred percent much cooler." Simon's lip kicked up in an obvious reluctant smile. "Sexyness can't be contagious though, you'll probably have to try harder to get that." With that Simon bursted out laughing and Magnus grinned.
"Idiot," Simon grinned but Magnus knew he would feel guilty later. He wished he could make him happy but he could only do what he could, he couldn't save everyone.
End of this Chapter.
