Magnus Gets A Cold
"Alec," Magnus said anxiously. "Oh God. I can't breathe through my nose."
Alec had just come out of the shower–towel wrapped around his waist. He had another smaller one in hand which he was using to dry his hair. At Magnus' words, he hung the towel around his neck and swivelled his head to look at the warlock lying unceremoniously on the bed.
Alec moved nearer to get a better look. He bent over Magnus. Magnus indeed didn't look like his usual self. His usual bronze skin was replaced by a greenish pallor, his eyes were lost of their mischievous glimmer and instead looked watery and his lips were pale.
"I'm dying, my love," said the warlock hoarsely. "All this while, we worried of you ageing and going before me. Alas, it is I who will be leaving you." He caressed Alec's cheek with one hand. "Take care of yourself, Alexander."
Alec grabbed the wrist of Magnus' hand that was on his face. He chuckled and shook his head lightly. "You're not dying."
"Alec, Alec, Alec," Magnus tsked. "Do not be in denial. You mustn't mourn me."
"No, you–" Alec tried to say.
"Shhh," Magnus shushed him, placing a forefinger on his lips. "It will be okay, my young shadowhunter."
Again, Alec fended off Magnus' hand from his face. "Magnus, you're not dying. You're just having a cold. A common cold."
Magnus made a face–looking bewildered and slightly disgusted. His eyebrows furrowed. "A cold?"
"Yes," Alec answered.
"But a cold is a mundane sickness," Magnus told him. "We warlocks do not simply contract an earthly ailment. I'm afraid you've mistaken."
"Trust me, it's a cold," Alec said breezily. "Jace used to get them all the time when he was younger. He'd make us do everything for him, no matter how inconsequential."
"No, I don't–" Magnus started to say but was cut short by a coughing fit.
Alec made him lie back flat on his back as he'd somehow sat up a little somewhere during their conversation–or rather argument. "Just lie back." Magnus did as told while Alec adjusted his pillow. Then, he went to leave.
"No, Alec. Don't leave me at my deathbed," Magnus pleaded, his hand reaching for the blue eyed Lightwood.
Alec rolled his eyes and ignored the virus-ridden, overly dramatic Magnus. He walked to the closet to put on some sweats and a shirt. He then made his way to the kitchen.
Alec filled a kettle with water and place it over the stove to boil. He then gathered ingredients for chicken soup. After the water had boiled, Alec used it for tea. He carried it back to the bedroom.
Standing in the doorway, Alec saw that there were candles, black chalks, a battered copy of Wuthering Heights, a chew toy, a swimming float and other unidentified objects all over the floor. And Chairman Meow had a patch of fur missing.
"What in Angel's name happened here?" Alec asked, moving to put the mug of tea on the nightstand.
"I was," Magnus sneezed. "trying to summon the Book of White," he continued. "It seems this.. condition of mine has tampered with my magic." he said with evident displease.
Alec stared at Chairman Meow.
"That," Magnus pointed at the shaven cat with one slender finger. "was an accident."
Alec picked up Chairman Meow, stroking its back soothingly.
"Just stay still and rest," Alec scolded. "Why did you have to create a storm of random objects in here?" He tracked his gaze around the room, rubbing the back of his neck. His gaze finally landed on Magnus again. "Is that smoke coming out of your fingertips?"
"My blue flames have been reduced to soot," he said glumly.
Alec sighed. "No magic," he said with finality.
Magnus returned with the downturn of the corners of his lips while the smoke from his hand dispersed. He sank his head further into the pillow.
Alec placed Chairman Meow on the foot of the bed and collected the things strewn all over the floor. Chairman Meow suddenly hissed and stood on the tips of its legs–the way cats do when in close encounters with their foes–then, trotted away out the chamber.
"Even Chairman Meow is revolted by this infection," Magnus said.
"I don't think he's repelled by your being sick any more than your shaving half his fur off," Alec replied.
He then made his way out of the bedroom yet again.
xxXxx
Alec came back bearing a tray containing a bowl of chicken soup and a glass of water. After he'd fed them to Magnus, he once again told Magnus to rest before leaving another time.
Alec grabbed his coat near the door. He decided to get over-the-counter cold and cough medications, albeit not knowing whether it would even work on Magnus. He shrugged and took the box of drugs anyway at the pharmacy.
When Alec got home, the sight that greeted him was glitter scattered on the floor and some suspended in the air.
"Raziel give me strength," Alec muttered under his breath.
Magnus sneezed and more glitter filled the air. They came out of nowhere, just materialising from thin air.
Magnus moaned, twisting uneasily on the bed.
Alec gave Magnus the pills.
"These wouldn't affect me in the least," Magnus said.
"Just try," Alec said. When Magnus still didn't take them, he said. "You're half mundane, they'd probably work half good."
"Which is also saying they're half bad," Magnus said.
"You're in no position to refuse," Alec retaliated.
With a grumbled "Fine", Magnus took them, swallowing the pills without water.
xxXxx
The next day, Alec woke up to a beaming face–clear of the sickly complexion.
"Hey," he croaked, his voice still thick with sleep.
"Hey," Magnus replied, lying on his side, one arm under his head, watching Alec. "I'm better."
"I noticed," Alec said, smiling. "I'm glad." He touched the side of Magnus' face.
"Thank you, Alexander," Magnus said graciously. "You've been great at playing nurse."
Alec laughed. He was going to say something in reply but was stopped short when he sneezed.
So, this one was inspired by myself being sick. Haha. Do tell what you think. And let me know if you have any ideas or prompts! xx
To bessie-loves-malec, I'm still working on your prompt. That will be up next. So, keep your eyes peeled.
Disclaimer: All characters belong to thy queen, Cassandra Clare.
