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Alexander has been whisked away from Magnus after a few painful minutes of sitting in the waiting room. Alone, he found himself hiding in the bathroom while trying to avoid curious onlookers who probably recognised him from TV or magazines.
Magnus sighed; his date with Alec had been spectacular. It had its ups and downs, but he was certain that by the end of it he and Alec were going to be seeing a lot more of each other. But then, Alexander had fallen down the stairs.
In all honesty Magnus had a pretty good idea of what he had walked into when asking Alec on a date. No soldier came back untouched from Afghanistan, and he was certain Alec was the same. He had already witnessed a small panic attack - one he'd been lucky enough to head off before it got too serious - and the small distress at the bottom of the stairs.
Magnus tried not to over think things, instead taking it all in stride without so much as blinking. Alec was strong, strong enough that Magnus was sure he didn't need all the coddling his siblings were probably giving him.
His siblings-
Shit.
Magnus whipped out his phone, scrolling through his contacts in search of Isabelle Lightwood. An uneasy feeling arose in his stomach as he stared at the contact name. Alec was supposed to have been at home a long time ago, the only question left was how angry would she be?
There was only one way to find out.
With a strange sense of trepidation that he wasn't used to, Magnus lifted the ringing phone to his ear. His effortlessly manicured nails had been chewed and ruined - a product of his worry for Alexander.
"Magnus."
Magnus winced. Isabelle did not sound pleased.
"Isabelle," He replied, tactfully trying to keep his voice neutral, as if they were only discussing the weather.
"I'm going to assume that the reason my brother is not home yet, and that you're calling me means you two did not engage in any sexual activities?"
Magnus almost smiled. Almost.
"Sadly, no." Here it came. "I'm actually calling to inform you there's been a - Ah, how would I put it? - Delay?"
"And what's that?"
"Alexander may have fallen down the stairs are broke his prosthetic."
Silence.
Magnus drew in a breath and held it, waiting patiently for the reaction to occur on the other side of the phone.
Three.
Two.
One.
"He what?! Magnus what? Is Alec alright? Angel's above if there's one scratch on him, one scratch, I will tear you limb to limb until-"
"General hospital, just ask for Alexander and I'm sure they'll let you in to see him."
"Magnus Bane, if you hang up you will never ever see the light of day-"
"Isabelle, I'll see you once you get here."
And Magnus hung up, just like that.
Almost immediately after he hung up he phone, he slumped back against the sink his fingers massaging at his temples.
It'd been a long day, maybe too long. At this point Magnus was craving his bed, preferably with a certain black-haired and blue-eyed man curled up with him, but sometimes he couldn't have everything he wished for.
A toilet flushed, the sound echoing through the near empty washroom, and Magnus decided it was time to take his leave.
He had a sleeping beauty to check on.
Exiting the bathroom with his suit jacket thrown over his shoulder, Magnus waltzed back down the empty, pale hallway until he reached the rather dull and boring waiting room. A few patients had disappeared, while a few new ones had arrived. Magnus made no note of them, instead he headed towards the nurse sitting behind the desk and leaned over.
"Excuse me," He started. "I was wondering if Alexander Lightwood was seeing visitors or not?"
The nurse glanced up at him, eyes flat.
Magnus flashed her, his most charming grin.
"Visiting hours are over sir, you'll have to come back tomorrow-"
"Ah, but see, I dropped him off here just a few minutes ago and I wanted to know how he was doing..."
The nurse frowned. "You'll have to wait with the others sir, someone will come to tell you his condition-"
This nurse had an unfortunate habit of having other people cut her off. The doctor walked in at that moment and recognised Magnus as the one that had brought Alexander in.
Sadly, even with all his charm, his wit, and his prowess of seduction and flirting, Magnus couldn't weasel his way into see Alec.
It sucked, majorly.
Magnus spent another few minutes in misery, worrying about Alec, wondering if Alec was okay, because even though the doctor said he was okay, Magnus knew better than to take a doctors word for stuff like that. Moping over how horribly wrong their date had gone, and if Alexander would even still want to go on their next one, Magnus nearly missed the sound of clicking heels on the tile floor.
"Magnus Bane!"
Magnus' head snapped up at the sound of his name, attached to a voice he was hoping to hear sooner rather than later.
"Isabelle." He greeted - rising to his feet in one elegant motion - he spotted a smaller mop of black curls trailing a few feet behind Isabelle and smiled. "Max."
"Magnus! Why is my brother in the hospital on your first date! What did you do?! I swear I will punch you, right here, no matter how famous you are."
"Izzy, maybe you should give him a chance to explain?" Max had his hand on his sister's shoulder, keeping her at bay from Magnus.
Magnus didn't doubt her for a moment, he had no issues believing that Isabelle would take a swing at him right there in the hospital lobby. Magnus smiled at Max, the gangly teenager was surprisingly tall for his age - Magnus assumed he got it from his brother - and would have been the taller of the two siblings if it wasn't for the very tall and very deadly looking heels Isabelle was wearing.
"I adore the heels," Magnus commented offhandedly, his eyes darting back up to meet Izzy's burning gaze. "And thank you Max, I appreciate it. At least you don't want to hit me."
"Oh?" Max's eyebrows rose on his forehead. "I wouldn't count your chickens just yet Magnus, not until you tell us why our brother is in the hospital."
He added extra emphasis on the word, and Magnus flinched slightly. The corners of his mouth tilted down slightly.
"I don't own any chickens, they're quite the nuisance really." Magnus told them, he omitted most of their date, the part where Robert had suddenly appeared, and his and Alec's little scene on the couch. Instead, in the barest of detail possible, he explained how Alec had taken a tumble-down the stairs and had broken his prosthetic and injured his leg.
Neither Isabelle nor Max seemed all too happy with his story, but they seemed willing to let it go as a simple accident for now. Magnus dreaded the day they decided otherwise.
"Have you been in to see him yet?" Isabelle asked, her finger curling around one of the dark strands of her hair.
Magnus shook his head, his expression falling. Melancholy drifted over him like a haze and settled itself on his shoulders.
"I'm afraid not, they're only letting family in to see him." Magnus sighed, hoping that Alexander hadn't been sitting in a hospital bed wondering why he hadn't come in to check on him. He could see what Isabelle was going to suggest before she said it. "I already spoke to the doctor and nurses, I do not believe I'll be able to pass as a distant cousin."
Izzy frowned, "Oh, that's too bad..."
Magnus nodded, his gaze shifting to the long empty hallway. "I was going to wait in the lobby..."
Isabelle blinked. "All night? Magnus you can't wait here all night!"
Magnus smiled, it was true. He really shouldn't, it didn't make any logical sense for him to stay here, in the hospital waiting room, all night just so he could go in and visit Alexander. The logical thing to do would be to go home, change, get some sleep and return to the hospital in the morning.
'I don't think they'll keep him here overnight," Magnus said. "Go see him, I'll be right here when you come back."
He made a shooing motion with his hands, and Isabelle and Max bid him goodbye before heading to the nurses desk. Magnus watched wistfully as they were led down the hall by a nurse and disappeared out of sight.
Defeated, he sunk into the chair, his head falling back on the headrest. His hair drifted in front of his eyes, obscuring his vision of the rather ugly ceiling. Magnus closed his eyes, trying to stave of the beginning of a headache threatening to pierce through and make his life a living hell.
He kept his eyes closed and found himself dozing lightly, yet every few moments he'd jerk before falling back into the black haze.
A few moments of shut-eye couldn't hurt.
"Magnus, hey, Magnus. Mags, please wake up. Magnus I swear-"
A frustrated sigh.
"Magnus."
A hand on his shoulder shaking him awake, gently.
"Magnus, come on, people are staring-"
"Sleeping beauty needs to be kissed awake by his prince charming." Magnus murmured. He cracked one eye open, lazily observing the angel that had woken him from his slumber.
"Magnus, I'm not going to kiss you awake."
Magnus pouted. "That's cruel, I even waited all night here for you."
"Magnus, it is still night. The staff let me go early. Isabelle and Max already drove home, I told them I would be heading home with you right after them. Now come on, I don't want Izzy castrating you." Alec said, and something hard - definitely metal - tapped Magnus' leg lightly.
He smirked. "Can't let that happen now can we?"
Alec hit him again, this time harder. "Come on lazy butt, move it."
Magnus groaned and sat up; blinking his eyes open Magnus turned his gaze on his boyfriend standing in front of him. Alec was on crutches, which he assumed that had been what Alec had been hitting him with, and he was still dressed in the clothes from their date. Alec's pant leg had been pinned up where his prosthetic would normally be, his dress shirt had been tugged out of his pants and his hair was messed in the cutest way.
Pushing to his feet, Magnus stretched his arms out over his head, his neck ached from his small nap and he rubbed at the small annoyance.
"How's your leg? What did the doctors say?" Magnus asked.
Alexander shifted on his crutches. "I pulled a muscle in my leg when I fell, a few bruises, but it was my prosthetic that took the worst of the fall." Alec grimaced. "I'll be on crutches until I can get fitted for another one."
Magnus pursed his lips. "How long will that be?"
"A few weeks, maybe months, it really depends."
"Well, I suppose this gives me ample opportunity to carry you around then, doesn't it?" Magnus jostled Alec with his elbow, eyebrows wiggling in a suggestive manner.
"Magnus,"
Magnus laughed, an ear-splitting grin lining his face from ear to ear. "Come now darling, I think it's about time you went to bed. You look like you're about to pass out."
"At least I didn't pass out in a hospital waiting room." Alec mumbled.
Magnus smiled and leaned down to kiss Alec's cheek.
"Let's get you home."
When he pulled back he was glad to see a small dusting of blush on either cheek.
Leading his sleepy injured boyfriend towards the car, Magnus moved to open the car door for Alexander. Alec smiled, but the dark bags under his eyes told a different story. Shutting the door behind Alec- who stashed his crutches in the back - Magnus made his way around to the other side and slid in.
The car started with a purr, and pulled silently out on the deserted street.
"By the Angel is it really that late?"
Magnus glanced to the clock on his dashboard. "Technically I believe you're supposed to say "'Is it really that early in the morning?'"
Alec glanced over at him, and Magnus could feel blue eyes boring into the side of his head. Magnus didn't dare glance over; instead he tried to keep his straight face, until he heard Alec laughing.
"You're jokes are awful." He snickered.
Magnus raised his chin defiantly. "They're hilarious," Magnus said.
Alec continued laughing and Magnus glanced over, just to make sure his boyfriend hadn't suddenly gone into some sort of shock.
"They aren't bad!" Magnus scowled. "Here, okay, wait. Here's another one," He cleared his throat as the laughter died down slightly. "If a blue horse lives in the blue house, and a red horse lives in the red house, where does the white horse live?"
Alec paused a moment before replying, "The white house."
Magnus couldn't help but grin. "No, the president lives there!"
Silence.
Magnus' smile faltered. "It was funny." He protested weakly.
"Magnus."
"Alexander."
"Your jokes are terrible."
Magnus almost whined, almost. Rather, he settled for a pout. His pouts were adorable after all.
"They aren't all bad," Magnus reasoned as he turned a corner. "You did laugh at the first one."
"That's only because it was ridiculous!" Alec protested. "I'm sleep deprived, it doesn't count."
"It counts, Alexander" Magnus said. "And you know it."
Alec snorted but remained silent.
The day's events were beginning to take a toll on Magnus. His headache had returned with a nasty vengeance, and he was finding it very difficult to keep his eyes open. The lights began to blur in his vision, the street lamps blurring together into a pretty line... It wouldn't make for a bad picture actually-
"Magnus!"
Magnus jerked upright and the car moved with him, swerving across the empty road and back into his own lane. He blinked, trying to make sense of what had just happened.
"Magnus," Alec's voice, for what seemed like the billionth time that day, pulled him from his thoughts. He peered over at his boyfriend as he turned into Alec's driveway.
"I don't think you should drive yourself home," Alexander continued as they came to a stop. "You're literally falling asleep at the wheel, I don't want you getting into an accident."
Magnus frowned. "I really should get home though, Chairman Meow is all alone and who knows what he'll do when I'm not there to care of him? He'll get lonely."
"I think," Alec said slowly. "That the Chairman will be fine with you staying the night with your boyfriend."
Ah, there was that adorable pink tint again.
Magnus grinned. "Well, if my boyfriend, insists, I suppose I can't say no, now can I?'
Alec smiled. "No you can't."
Then he did that oh so unsuspected thing again, Alec leaned over the center consul and placed a soft kiss on Magnus' lips. It was a whisper of a kiss, one that left Magnus' lips tingling and craving more, and him minus a headache. He toyed with the idea of jumping Alec right there and ravishing him in the car, but reluctantly decided against it. He doubted either of them were up to perform.
Maneuvering themselves out of the car was a little trickier than getting in had been, but they managed it...somehow.
Climbing the stairs had been a fit of giggles; Magnus insisting on carrying Alec all the way up, then heading back down the stairs to get his boyfriends crutches. By the time they finally stumbled in to the mansion, Magnus was certain he was going to be sleeping for years.
Isabelle was waiting for them inside, her heels kicked off and avidly staring at her phone.
"Waiting for a text?" Alec asked, flashing a smile.
Isabelle's phone disappeared in a flash, and her gaze skittered to Magnus.
"Staying the night," He said, answering her unspoken question. "Your brother doesn't believe I am fit to drive myself home tonight."
Alec rolled his eyes. "I don't think you're fit enough to drive yourself home, alone." He clarified.
Magnus snorted, but he knew better than anyone that Alec was telling the truth. If he hadn't taken that small nap back at the hospital he probably would've passed out by now. Heavens only knew how exhausted Alec was. He glanced at his slightly shorter boyfriend, watching Alec's face as he spoke with his sister.
He got caught up in the sweeping planes of marble like skin and soft lips as they moved to notice that Isabelle had moved away and Alec was staring at him.
Magnus blinked. "What?"
Alec shook his head as he started towards the staircase. "Nothing, nothing at all."
They climbed in silence but once they reached the top Magnus yawned and glanced to Alec.
"Where do I have the honours of sleeping tonight?" He asked, glancing at Alec who was just ahead of him as he led them down the hallway.
"Oh- you can stay in my room, if that's fine with you."
Magnus couldn't see Alec' expression, but he had a decent idea of what his boyfriend's expression would look like if he could see him.
Smiling to himself Magnus nodded before replying. "Of course, I don't mind."
He stretched his arms out over his head as they made their way into Alec's room. Magnus glanced around, curious, the room was what he expected, rather plain, dark, but with hordes of books piled on desks.
"Sorry for the mess," Alec murmured, he switched the light on. "I didn't clean..."
"It's wonderful sweet pea," Magnus leaned to place another quick kiss on Alec's forehead. He caught sight of the dent in the wall and smiled. "Now, if you don't mind me using your shower... I would rather not stink up your bed." Magnus wrinkled his nose as he took an experimental sniff at his armpit.
"Sure! Let me get you some pyjamas," Alec moved to his drawer to sort through it. "You can use the shower just down the hall, first door on your left; I was going to shower in here."
Magnus accepted the clothes with a murmured thank you, his fingers moving to loosen the top buttons of his shirt.
"Efficient are you?" He teased.
"I guess so." Alec said.
Magnus smiled, and he started heading back towards the door of the room.
"Magnus?"
Magnus paused in the doorway to glance back at Alexander.
Alec shook his head. "It's nothing, never mind."
Suspicious, Magnus was tempted to prod Alec for more information but decided against it. He was tired, Alec was probably exhausted. It could wait until tomorrow.