The Wonders of Malec

Chapter 10

Alec POV

I heard noises. I couldn't really distinguish them, but they were really annoying me. What is Magnus doing, it's too early. I tried to speak to tell him to stop but I couldn't. I tried again and again, but still there was no sound coming out of my mouth. At least none that I could hear. Just when I was about to try and speak again everything that's been happening for the past couple weeks came crashing down on me.

My father, me going out on the secret hunt, me dying. Wait, me dying? I'm dead! I tried to open my eyes, and luckily, they obeyed. I saw a blinding white light. Oh my god, I'm dead. In all of those mundane books that Clary talks about there is always a white light that leads the main character, or any character, to their death.

I'll never get to marry Magnus or adopt a child with him. I continued to ramble in my head until I saw dull, but spiked, hair. I only knew one person who spiked their hair. Magnus! I blinked several times to make sure that I wasn't hallucinating.

That's when I realized that the sheet on my left side was wet. I looked down and what I saw almost made me laugh. Magnus was drooling. I then decided to really look at him, or at least what I could see from this angle. His clothes were super wrinkly, like he hasn't changed them in days. There was old food, or at least what I assumed was food, stains on them.

His head lay on the thin sheet and somehow I could tell that he had been crying. He hadn't noticed that I was awake yet. I looked around the room and quickly realized I was in the hospital wing at the institute. I looked over to my left upon hearing that dreadful noise again. It was Jace. He was lying down on the bed next to me, snoring.

So by now I have figured out that I am not dead and that I must have passed out. If I'm in the Institute's infirmary then I must have been injured really bad. Therefore, why is Jace in here, snoring! I mean, I could have serious inner bleeding or something and need to rest, but couldn't because of his snoring.

He knows how much I hate his snoring. That was probably one of the only turn offs that the great Jace Herondale had. At least that's what I thought when I was 'in love' with him. Now, I could count out several things that were wrong with him. The biggest one would be, he isn't Magnus Bane.

That thought brought my eyes back to my amazing boyfriend who was currently drooling all over my hospital sheets. The sight brought a smile to my face. He looked so adorable. I'll never tell him that though. In fact, I'll never tell anyone that. If Jace found out I would never hear the end of it. A shadowhunter doesn't find anything adorable.

I mean, we kill demons for a living. The black liquid that spews out of them as they are stabbed and die definitely isn't cute. I am brought out of my thoughts by the sound of Jace's disgusting snores. Deciding I can't take it anymore I shift my body so I can grab one of the pillows from behind my head.

When I finally have a hold of it I pull it from behind my head, wincing as my body protests to all of the sudden movement. I throw the pillow at Jace as best as I can in my position. Apparently his snoring was annoying Raziel too because the pillow hit him dead in the face and he sat up abruptly.

He looked around confused until his eyes landed on me. His eyes bulged out of their sockets at the sight of me. "What did I tell you about your snoring?" I asked, my voice was barely audible and my throats was dry. His mouth opened and closed repeatedly for several moments.

The sight made me chuckle, "The great Jace Herondale is speechless? That is a sight that I never thought I'd, or anyone quite frankly, would live to see." My voice was getting better, but my throats was still dry. Realizing he looked like a fish he fixed his face. He got up and came towards me, clapping me, hard, on the shoulder, "That wasn't funny. You aren't a funny person. I on the other hand, I am hilarious. I should actually have one of my own comedy shows. The mundanes would love me. I can see it now." he said, staring up into the sky as if he was actually looking at something.