If it's not obvious, I am not a doctor and I know nothing about wounds or treating them, except to put a bandage on cuts or scrapes haha so…yeah…just saying… Plus, there are wizards and warlocks to heal things here ;)


Alec shut the front door behind him and brought Jace over to the couch, sitting him down as carefully as possible, but the wound was getting more aggravated as the leather jacket rubbed against it and he couldn't keep in the hiss of pain.

"Sorry," Alec apologized, though he didn't have to. Jace could hear the worry in his voice, and he thought why because they'd been wounded before by a lot of different creatures. Then he got it-he'd never been hit by a wizard, and Alec probably didn't know what was going to happen to him. He didn't either; the wizard might've placed some sort of curse on him while injuring him, too.

His concerned parabatai was working on helping him out of this jacket when he heard the bedroom door creak open. The sound of Harry's feet shuffled out along the carpet, and the hallway light flickered on.

Jace looked over to see Harry in a t-shirt and boxers; the light behind him shinned too brightly for Jace's eyes at the moment but the panic was clear on his boyfriends face when he saw him and the giant gaping wound at his stomach.

"Jace!" Harry ran over and pushed Alec away, who grumbled but stepped back. Harry's hands hovered over his bare chest, gazing at the seeping cut with wide eyes. He cursed. "I knew you shouldn't have left."

Harry looked to Alec, who held his upper arm. The blood on his fingers and jacket was dried now, Jace saw. "What happened to you two?"

"Some wizards bombarded us."

Harry frowned. "Wizards?"

Jace scoffed. "Bombarded?"

Alec sent him a look. "Yes, wizards. It was very strange. There were four of them, all in black robes and masks. They came from nowhere, probably a silencing spell, and started attacking us with their wands. Jace was hit in the stomach and I was hit here." He tilted his head towards his burn.

Harry looked back at Jace and his wound. "It looks like a cutting hex. A severe one, at that."

"He's not…there isn't anything else, right? Nothing but the cutting hex?"

Harry narrowed his eyes at the wound, and licked his lips. He shook his head after a moment, and said, "I don't think so. I've seen curses, and I'm sure his wound wouldn't be so…" he swallowed, "clean cut. The magic would've done more damage."

While he was thankful he wasn't cursed or anything, Jace couldn't hold in the groan when his wound spasmed. Blood spewed out with a squelch, and his hands went back to gripping the cut, trying to keep it together and from bleeding out all over himself, as his pants and hands were stained so much already.

Alec came back over to stand beside Harry, and Jace wanted to sigh at the fretting—it was a little irritating, but he knew his parabatai only cared. He remembered, when they were on the ship, how Alec cared for Isabelle, how he worried for her and healed her from the poison. And then he remembered when Alec fell from the boat, watched him go into the East River, and he understood where Alec was coming from with the worry.

"You can't use a stele, can you?" Harry asked.

"No, but Magnus is on his way," Alec replied.

"Tell that damn warlock to hurry up," Jace said.

"I wish I knew some healing spells. Should've taken those lessons with Pomfrey."

Alec got out his phone and began texting. "He's on his way now. Be here in a few minutes."

Jace didn't think he could hold on for one more minute, what with the amount of blood coating his hands from holding his wound together. Just then Harry pressed a clean cloth to it and he smiled at him sadly, their hands overlapping, keeping him from bleeding out. But Jace could see something else other than worry in Harry's expression; he didn't know what it was exactly but it made his heart clench and ache.

"Harry, have I told you how sexy you look right now?" he asked, trying to get rid of that depressing smile on his boyfriends face.

Harry rolled his eyes. "No, but thanks. And even if you're covered in blood, and you have that open ugly wound, you still look as hot as ever." He winked.

"When don't I?"

Harry asked Alec some things Jace wasn't really paying attention to, but he did hear Harry asking about Alec's burn. Then their voices faded away. He heard muffled sounds that he knew was his boyfriend and brother-in-all-but-blood speaking, but didn't comprehend it fully; at least his brain did not. He blinked away the blurry vision that suddenly came.

He refused to pass out now. Harry would only worry more if he did. And speaking of worrying and Harry…

Jace tilted his head towards where he saw the blurry figure of his wizard. "Harry."

Harry stopped mid-sentence and turned to him, smiling softly. "What is it, love?" He reached over and caressed Jace's cheek.

Jace nearly sighed at the touch. Everything was in overdrive or barely there—he hated it. "I'm sorry…for worrying you. I can't help who I am, I'm a Shadowhunter and I fight demons, it's in my blood and it's me." He swallowed away the dryness in his throat. "But I promise I will make it home to you every night I leave you."

Harry was frozen in place, and Alec was smiling a little at him.

"Jace…"

He shut his eyes, and drifted away before Harry could reply.


Are peoples still reading this junk? :P I just wana know so I don't write for nothing. Feedback is always welcome, so if you feel like commenting, don't be shy about it! :D a PM is welcome, too! I'll have a chat with anyone :)

I just realized this is the shortest chapter :/

-Eve