Mad About You -Malec

Chapter 4

Alec's pov

"No, Hodge!"

I couldn't open my eyes. I could only hear the cloudy voices.

Distorted images swirl in and around my head. What happened? Where am I?

 As hard as I tried all I could remember was leaving Magnus's apartment and meeting Izzy and Jace. Everything else is a blur.

"Listen to me," said another voice. "He'll be here soon."

Who would be here soon? 

The Silent Brothers? 

What's happened to me? I have to wake up...

"Oh, finally!"

Distantly, as if I'm listening from three feet of glass and everything that is going on is happening behind it. 

Wake up, Alec. You have to wake up.

"Please, hurry! We don't know how much time he has left."

Wake up, Alec. 

But I can't. Everything aches and I feel restraint, like all of my muscles have tightened. 

Tunnels? Dark tunnels. A mission.

I will myself to remember, but nothing comes. Images flash in my mind and slip away through my fingers like water.

Shallowly, I can't help thinking about my lack of experiences in life. What have I done, exactly? Learnt demon languages, made two friends, hated most people. 

I've never had a boyfriend. Never had a kiss--at least not one I remember. I've never even had a date before.

Date? Wasn't there something about a date?

"What took you so long?"

"--Portal."

There isn't much I can make out from the conversation but I can make out that.

'Portal'. It has to be Magnus. What other warlock do we know that would bother to portal to the institute for something like this?

Honestly, though I almost don't even want to admit it to myself, it kind of sucks to think about Magnus seeing me laying in a bed like this. I probably looked really bad. 

A warmth suddenly spreads through my bones like a thick honey and now I can feel the claws of exhaustion digging into me and I actually fall asleep.

Magnus's pov

I stepped through the portal and walked straight to the infirmary where I was guessing Alexander was.

"--no, Hodge." 

I push open the door, not bothering with being discreet. Isabelle Lightwood, the sister, looks over at me and her chest rises and falls quickly.

"Oh, finally!"

I couldn't help the creeping nerves spilling over me like a cup of cold water.

 "What took you so long? I thought you were going to portal here?"

"Us warlocks need more than just our magic for cases like this," I said with an edge to my voice.

Isabelle frowns.

I roll my eyes. "I needed to pick up a few thing to help. Make the process quicker, more efficient. What were you and Hodge fighting about? Just before I walked in, I mean."

I was gathering my things and setting them on the table.

"Hodge thought you weren't going to show so he said we should get the--" 

"Magnus," Alec mumbles restlessly.

I look up and everyone in the room was staring at me, they most definitely heard. 

"'Magnus'," Jace said looking puzzled. Isabelle snickers.

"What? Am I the only Magnus you know?" I asked with a nervous grin. They all nodded and I shut my eyes for a split second. "Great,"

I started to remove the abnormally large quills in Alec's stomach. I slowly removed them one by one.

"Jace, no, that's not happening."

I scowl. "I need silence! And I can't have silence with you two bickering! So, please, leave."

When they only respond with blank stares, I snapped my fingers and the door bursts open.

I gesture for them to leave and they, with glares, eventually do.

I continue my work on Alexander; pulling poisonous quills out of his stomach and chest.

When the last of the quills are out of him, I start my work on removing the venom out of his system.

Maybe if I got it all out he would gain his color back--not that he has much color, to begin with.

Either way, no matter how good of a job I do here, he won't be waking up today. Tomorrow morning at the latest.

I removed the last bit of venom that was around the wound, I grabbed the bottle of herbs and put some of it on his wound to make sure any residue left over from the demon was gone. 

At the end of the process: removing the quills, extracting the poison, healing the wound, making sure he isn't dead or dying--I'm exhausted.

I fell onto the chair by the bed and rested my head on the side of the bed near where Alec was.

The black waters of sleep wash over me and only when I wake up a few hours later do I realize that I fell asleep at all.

I notice, with more than a little irritation, that what woke me is a repetitive knocking on the infirmary door. I stand up, quickly run my hands through my hair and wipe the drowl off my face, and strode to the door. My hands have feeling in them again, thankfully, and I swing open the brown, unremarkable door.

Standing on the threshold is a dishelved Isabelle Lightwood and Jace Wayland.

(Hey, fellow readers. Unfortunately, this chapter is really short. 

I'm sorry for that I'll try to make the next one longer:-D 

P.S. There will definitely be some Malec!!)