Magnus lays his head on the edge of the bed from where he is sitting on the floor beside alecs bed. He has been sitting in this same position since his beloved shadowhunter was carried into the institute unconscious by his parabatai three days earlier.
He lays his hand on alecs cheek and says, for what seems like the millionth time, "please wake up, Alexander."
When he doesn't get any kind of response, he loses control of his emotions and after letting out a strangled cry, he sends a wave of magic around the room, knocking things off tables, shelves and the walls.
After the papers from the desk settle, Magnus lets the tears fall from his eyes, for once not caring about his makeup.
"Please tell me that you are going to clean up this mess."
Magnus raises his head at the sound of the gruff voice, smiles through the tears and says, "no, you are for scaring me so much."
"This wasn't my fault." Alec says as Magnus climbs into bed with him.
"Oh really, my clumsy shadowhunter. It wasn't your fault that you tripped over your own foot and ended up on the wrong end of the spiked tail of a maga demon?"
"Nope, not my fault." Alec says, shaking his head.
Magnus shakes his head as he leans up to kiss alec.
