Not the Angel's Wish *COMPLETED*

Chapter 35

Alec's POV

"Alec, Alec, wake up." Magnus's voice broke through his dreams. He opened his eyes. Magnus was shaking him, trying to get him to wake up. "Alec, we need to get off of the beach," 

"Huh?" Alec sat up, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. Magnus pointed towards the sea, and Alec followed his finger. The normally bright blue sky was dark, thunder clouds spreading across the horizon, the waves growing larger and larger as they watched. Lightning shot down from the heavens, followed by the rumbling of thunder. Alec saw how the water almost reached where they were sitting. 

"Come on," Magnus grabbed his good arm, pulling him to his feet. "We have to find shelter."

They ran into the thicket, hoping the canopy of the trees would shield them from the storm. 

The rain washed over the island. It was hard to see more than a few feet in front of yourself as the treetops blocked out whatever light was left in the darkened sky. The scene would light up with every zap of lightning before they were plunged into darkness again. The trees didn't do much to shield them from the rain, causing them to be drenched in freezing cold water. 

It didn't help when Alec tripped on a tree root and landed in the river they drank from. Another round of pain shot up his arm from his broken wrist, along with his ankle, which he was sure he must have sprained earlier. 

Magnus pulled him out of the freezing cold river. Alec was shivering so hard he could barely focus on anything else. 

"Alexander! Why didn't you tell me you hurt your ankle too? You shouldn't walk on a sprained ankle! Walking on it will only cause damage to stretched or torn ligaments and prolong recovery time!" Magnus scolded, looking at Alec's badly bruised ankle. "Put it back in the water. It's not ice, but it will have to do for now."

Alec obeyed, sticking his foot back in the water. 

Magnus sat on a rock next to him. His hair was flat against his head, soaking wet and stuck to his forehead. His makeup had been gone for a while, but Alec still thought he looked amazing. 

"Walking too soon on a sprained ankle can lead to reinjury, pain, and arthritis. Do you want arthritis, Alexander?"

Alec had no idea what that was. "Uh, what's arthritis?"

Magnus sighed loudly. "Do Shadowhunters not have health class or something in school?" He asked, and Alec frowned. 

"We do." He said defensively. "But I still don't know what that is."

Alec couldn't really see him, but he was pretty sure Magnus had rolled his eyes. "Arthritis is swelling and tenderness in your joints. You should know this. And it will get worse as you grow older."

"Oh," Alec mumbled. 

"Yeah. So next time, tell me when you're hurt please," He paused. "And if we don't get your wrist fixed soon, it could cause some serious infections. Or deformity. You probably wouldn't be able to shoot arrows straight for the rest of your life. Which would probably result in getting you killed, being a Shadowhunter and all."

Alec was hardly listening to Magnus. He did not feel good. Being freezing cold out in the rain is never a good thing. Magnus didn't seem to be cold, just mad about his injuries. 

"Alexander?" Magnus asked. "Hey, are you okay?"

Instead of answering, Alec just leaned against the warlock. 

Magnus wrapped his arms around him, running his fingers through Alec's hair. The rain was pouring down around them. Alec didn't even care anymore. He just buried his face in Magnus's chest, pretending they were safe, in Magnus's apartment. But in reality, they were not safe. They were not okay. They were trapped on a creepy ancient island in the middle of nowhere, with no magic, no weapons, nothing. Except each other. And maybe, just maybe, that was enough.