Alec stood in front of the door, repeatedly attempting to get the damn key into the lock and turn it, without success. The black dots that danced at the edges of his vision were not helping anything, and the constant pounding in his head was making it even worse. Everything in his body was on fire, his muscles screaming. He felt like he was going to pass out, and soon. Stopping, he took a deep breath and wiped the back of his hand across his eyes, leaving a trail of blood and ichor and angel knows what else.

In all honesty, he was terrified. Was he supposed to not be able to feel his left arm? The whole arm was numb, and he found that he could not move it, couldn't even wiggle his fingers. Opening the door with only his right arm proved mroe difficult than he thought.

He rested his forehead against the door and exhaled deeply, steadying his hand as best he could. Finally, he got the key into the lock and turned it, slamming the door open with his shoulder.

He stumbled into the room, breathing heavily. Every step, every breath, burned. And then the room seemed to lurch sideways and everything blurred and slowly Alec's vision faded to nothing but black.

"Why did I ever think it was a good idea to date a Shadowhunter?" Was the first thing Alec heard, distinctly. It was difficult to make out exactly what was said. The voice was... muffled, hard to hear. "Alexander, can you hear me?" Came the distorted voice again, sounding like it was coming through a tunnel. There was a pin-pricking, heated sensation on the side of his head, and Alec as vaguely aware of a hand on his shoulder. He fluttered his eyes open slowly, with a groan. There wasn't so much as a fiery burn anymore, than just a dull ache now. With relief, the Shadowhunter found that he could once again move his left arm.

"YssIcnhryu," He mumbled incoherently, his heavy lidded eyes taking in his surroundings. It was hard for him to recall what exactly had happened. Slowly everything came back in bits and pieces; enough to piece together what went on. There was a soft sound of relief from somewhere above him. He looked to where the voice was and was met with a pair of greengold catlike eyes. Magnus he thought dully, letting out a shaky breath. "Hi," The younger boy breathed softly.

"You are unbelievable," The warlock said, shaking his head in disbelief. "I come home to find you bleeding and unconcious on my floor, half dead. Hell, I thought you were dead. Then, you wake up and the first coherent thing you say is 'Hi?'"

"Sorry, then?" Alec asked, sitting up slowly with a wince. Magnus reached over and brushed Alec's damp hair out of his eyes, his lips in a thin, disapproving line.

"We'll see, Shadowhunter." Was all Magnus said.

It was all he had to say, and Alec knew he was forgiven.

You people are wonderful and I had wonderful reviews on my other Malec story. You're all so great! I had this idea so I figured 'why not.' Like I said before, constructive critisism is welcome. Enjoy! xx