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Jace and Magnus wandered through the seemingly endless hallways of the New York Institute. They were both worried for Alec and knowing there was nothing they could do to help the young archer was tearing them apart. Jace showed Magnus to Alec's old room, knowing the raven haired shadowhunter wouldn't mind his boyfriend staying there. He gave the warlock a reassuring squeeze on the shoulder, and with that, he left without saying a word.
Magnus was left alone in the small room of the institute, remembering how Alec was offered a bigger one since he was the head of the Institute. He had declined the offer since he stayed at the loft most of the time. The small room seemed huge when Alec wasn't there. All his stuff that still remained in the institute was laying around the room. Books on the nightstand, a few clothes piled up on a small chair in the corner of the room… and the sweet scent of his Alexander. Magnus missed the shadowhunter's company. He could feel Alec everywhere in the room, but he wasn't there. The warlock laid down on the bed in the center of the room, not minding to take off the cover, getting one of Alec's pillows from underneath. He hugged the pillow close, holding it tightly against his chest, burying his face in it, inhaling deeply. He couldn't stop the tears that gathered in his eyes, bare of all glamour showing his cat eyes, that he knew Alexander loved deeply. He could lose the love of his life, and the burden of the mere thought was just too much to bare.
'Please come back to me!'
The next morning in the New York Institute...
Magnus walked into the infirmary, his face bare of make up, and hair falling on the pale face. Isabelle was already there. She had been up all night, looking over her brother, never leaving his side. Magnus knew she would blame herself for taking Alec with them the day before, but he also knew there was nothing he could say or do to make it better, to help her. He could just be there for her.
As he walked closer to the bed where his beloved was laying on, he watched as Isabelle checked the vitals of the young hunter, talking to herself.
"How is he?" Magnus asked, sitting down on a chair next to the bed Alec was on. The hunter was paler than normal, but other than that he looked as if he was sleeping.
"The X-ray was clear so I took the chest tube out, and his breathing seems clear enough to let it heal on its own. I also reduced the sedation on him, so he should wake up today or tomorrow…" she trailed off watching how Magnus took hold of Alec's hand and leaned over the hunter, first kissing the crown of his head and then whispering something to him in a soft tone. "Go get some rest Isabelle. You've been up all night. I can watch over him for a while. I'll get you if anything comes up" he finished with a small smile.
"No I'm fine, I can rest when he wakes up" she replied, but the exhaustion she felt was clear. Magnus gave her a pointed look, when she yawned. "Okay fine! But only for an hour and you'll get me immediately if something happens!" she said in a stern tone, before starting to gather her stuff. Magnus got up to help her, but as soon as he let go of the limp hand of the acher, the machines started to beep unhappily. They both turned to look at Alec who's breathing got erratic and he started to hyperventilate. He frowned in his sleep and his head turned from side to side, letting out small groans and gasps.
Magnus was quick to go back to the shadowhunter's side, checking him over with magic, but found nothing wrong. "What's wrong with him?" he asked sharply as Isabelle went through her computer. Her eyes scanned the screen as she frantically tried to find out what was causing the distress. "I think he's having a nightmare. His heartbeat is too erratic."
Magnus looked back down on the nephilim, before taking a hold of his hands pinning them down to the bed. Then he once again leaned down to talk to the shadowhunter, hoping to calm him down. It helped, as the archer stopped fighting in his hold, but it wasn't enough, as the shadowhunters heart was beating too fast, as he was trapped in the hellish dreams. Magnus raised one of his hand gently trailing the shadowhunter's jawline conjuring an image of their bed in the head of the hunter, a memory of them laying there, limbs tangled together, warm, content and happy. It was one of Alec's days off, the only times they could stay in bed late.
"It's okay love, you're safe now, I'm here, right here..."
Isabelle could only watch with wonder, as the warlock kept the stream of reassurances going, and as Alec's erratic breathing calmed down, and he relaxed on the bed.
"M-mags?"
"I'm right here darling. Can you open your eyes for me?"
The shadowhunter furrowed his brow in concentration as he tried to wake up properly. He still had heavy drugs in his system, and the sedatives were slowly wearing off, which made it a lot harder than it should've been. But after a while those hazel eyes opened, still hazy from sleep and medication given to him, but he was awake, and that was all that mattered to the warlock. Magnus smiled widely as his lover opened his eyes looking up at him.
"There you are, I have missed those beautiful eyes of yours Alexander." he said leaning down and kissing the crown of his boyfriends head. Alec gave a relaxed sigh, completely surrendering to the warlock, who he trusted with everything he had. When the warlock pulled back up, Alec had a chance to look around the room.
"Where are we?" he asked looking back at Magnus, his voice low.
"We're at the institute's infirmary love. You're safe here."
But Alec looked unsure, grabbing the warlocks shirt pulling him close to himself.
"I want to go home." he said in a low voice, holding the warlock close.
"You're home love, you're at the ins-"
"No I want to go to the loft. To home, I want to stay in our bed."
Magnus found himself amazed once again by Alexander Lightwood. No one in his long life had wanted to live with him, no one had called his loft home. He swallowed, hugging the archer in his arms tighter.
"Oh love..."he trailed of not knowing what to say. "We'll go home, you just have to stay here for a little bit longer, okay? Just a few days and then we'll go home..."
Alec only shook his head, and the grip on the warlocks shirt tightened, and he started trembling in Magnus's hold. The warlock just kept the shadowhunter in his arms, laying his head on top of the Alec's and looked at Isabelle, who had stayed quiet the whole time, giving them privacy.
Isabelle looked at his big brother, before glancing back at the warlock mouthing 'Take care of him' and leaving the room quietly.
Eventually the shadowhunter fell asleep in his arms, and Magnus carefully laid him down on the bed. He scanned the hunter's body with his magic to make sure he was okay, before leaving the room, going to look for Isabelle. He found her in the institute's library, just flipping through the pages of books, not actually reading them. She couldn't concentrate on reading, as she was too worried for her big brother. She heard someone enter, and saw the warlock standing in the doorway.
"How is he?" she asked shutting the book and laying it on the table. Magnus gave a soft sigh, walking to a chair next to Isabelle, and sitting down. "He's asleep now. He's as good as he could be in his situation physically, but mentally? I'm not too sure. He's been through a lot." he stated glancing at the shadowhunter next to him, who didn't meet his eyes, looking at her shoes. The brave, fierce Isabelle Lightwood was scared.
"How am I supposed to face him, Magnus? It's my fault I should've never-"
"There's nothing you could've done Isabelle. You saved his life. You saved him."
"But with what cost?! I caused him great trauma that will last for a lifetime Magnus!" she yelled with tears in her eyes. Magnus couldn't answer. No one knew what the events of the previous night had done to the archer's psyche. But whatever it was he would be by Alec's side the whole way, to support him through his recovery, and in the life after that. And he knew Isabelle would be too. For every step of the way.
"We'll be fine Isabelle. He'll be okay. He has to be."
'Because I don't know what I'll do if he isn't'
And here we go again, Alec's awake! Yay? Stay tuned for more of this and check out my other stories as well! And leave a review, they help me get better and motivate me to write!