City of Bones: Night Fever

[strongest_faith]

From the van to the infirmary, Alec remembers almost nothing. Scurried movements, mumbling voices.

He remembers Hodge, remembers the familiar touch of adamas to his skin. He doesn't remember moving to his room, but he knows he's in his own bed when the fire in his veins starts to burn through his skin and he begins to scream for his family.

He tries to scream, at least, but his voice sounds like a whisper to his fevered ears.

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[highwarlock_bane]

Magnus knows that the Shadowhunter is delirious, doesn't know it's him, it's still nice.

His cat eyes double checking his patient again, making certain that he hasn't missed anything. But he doesn't let go of Alec, not yet. His family and parabatai are off dealing with something else.

[strongest_faith]

Somewhere in the back of his mind, as the fever releases its grip, Alec is aware of whose wrist he's holding, who came to him when he was in pain. He doesn't know why, but it doesn't matter. "Magnus Bane," he murmurs as he dips into sleep.

[highwarlock_bane]

His only response is a whispered, "Rest"

[strongest_faith]

Alec doesn't quite fall asleep, but he dozes, jerking awake occasionally, gripping Magnus's wrist tighter, and then settling back into sleep.

He snores.

Just a little.

[highwarlock_bane]

Alexander is getting better, but something must be troubling him. He isn't sleeping well.

Magnus isn't certain if it's an effect of the demon or if this is how he normally is.

[strongest_faith]

The after-effects of the poison are still troubling him, but he hasn't been sleeping well since the incident with Clary. Throwing himself in front of Abaddon hadn't done anything to assuage his fear that she might say something, to Jace, to Hodge...anyone.

His body, though, is exhausted, and eventually, even the last fitfulness leaves him, and he sleeps.

[highwarlock_bane]

Once the Shadowhunter falls asleep the warlock takes one beat before standing and leaving the room, and the handsome boy.