Magnus sauntered up the steps and rang the doorbell, notifying the shadowhunters inside that he was there. He shoved his hands in his pockets. It was bitter cold, and it stung his cheeks. The door opened to reveal Robert Lightwood. Mayrse was rushing around behind him, both were in their gear. Robert looked at the warlock. “Magnus, you’re here.” He breathed.
“Yeah…you said it was urgent?”
“Oh. My son…we took him out hunting for the first time, and he’s very ill now. We don’t know what’s wrong, it might just be nothing… but we don’t want to take any chances.” He explained. Magnus nodded, “And…the Clave called us out now. We would usually just ask Alec to look after his siblings when we’re gone, but he’s so sick…can you stay here with them until we come back? We’ll pay you extra for this.” He pleaded. The two of them were almost out of the door already. Magnus sighed, agreeing. And then the two parents left him alone. He had a vague recollection of where Alec’s room was since the last time he’d seen him. He pushed the door open and found Jace sitting by the edge of Alec’s bed.
The boy in question was lying in bed, sweat pasting his hair and his shirt to his skin. His eyes were squeezed shut, his mouth open, and he was panting. His chest was rising and falling quickly, the sheets were pulled down to his waist, and Magnus could see his hands were clutching the sheets. Jace looked blankly up at Magnus. “Hi, Jace, why are you in here?” The entire room felt hot with Alec’s fever. “Alec’s cloth needed changing.” He muttered. It was clear the boy was concerned. He was worried about Alec. Of course he was. “Why don’t you go find Isabelle and Max and play with them for a while?” Magnus asked, moving into the room, his eyes focussed on the boy in bed. Jace nodded, and left.
Magnus sat in the chair next to the bed. He looked over the boy. “Alec.” He said, “Alec, open your eyes and look at me.” The boy opened them, and looked at him. There was so much pain in his eyes. “How old are you?”
“Fourteen…” Magnus nodded,
“Okay, so now that we have the formalities over, what’s the problem?” He asked. Alec looked up at the ceiling. “I feel so hot.” He gasped. “It hurts.”
Magnus nodded, “Well I think you’ve just caught some sort of human illness. I’m not sensing anything demonic about this. I can do some magic to make you less sickly, but you’ll just have to wait this one out, I’m afraid.” He said, casting his hand over the boy’s body, causing blue sparks to fly a little. He took his hand away, and Alec looked in instantly less pain. He was able to catch his breath, and he sat up, wiping his hair off his forehead. “I’ll leave you to wash the sweat off, where will your siblings be?” Magnus asked, standing up.
“In Max’s room, probably.”
“So meet me there when you’re changed.” And he left.
Isabelle, Max and Jace were in fact all in the youngest one’s room. She had him in bed, and he was sat with his head resting against her shoulder, his glasses far too big for his face, and he was sucking his thumb, looking at the book Isabelle held in front of the both of them. Jace saw sat behind his step-siblings, his hand on Isabelle’s shoulder. They all looked up as the warlock entered. “Watcha doin’?” he asked. Isabelle shrugged.
“Reading Max a story.” She replied. Magnus nodded,
“I’ll just sit in the corner and listen to your story then.” He said. Max looked at him, and wriggled out of Izzy’s grasp. He climbed off his bed, and up to Magnus. He was so small. Unlike his giant brother. “Would you like to play with me?” the little boy asked, and Magnus smiled.
“Sure I would.”
Max got out his set of wooden toys (that were probably Alec and Isabelle’s old ones). Jace began helping him, asking him questions about what he was getting out. Alec slipped through the door, his hair damp. Isabelle’s face lit up. “Alec!” She cried, running up to hug him. “How’re you feeling?” She asked. He shrugged. “Dizzy.” He admitted. And Magnus smiled,
“yeah? I just brought your fever down. You really should be happy I didn’t just leave you to deal with such a mundane illness by yourself.” Alec blushed,
“I am…grateful. Thank you.” He said, nodding his head slightly. Max turned to look at his brother, Jace too. “Is Alec gunna play with us?” He asked cheerfully. Alec smiled at his little brother,
“Sure, what are you playing with now?” He said, bending down next to Jace, his eyes focussed intently on his little brother. Magnus curled up in the chair, resting his chin on his knuckles. What a nice, close-knit family. Their parents may always be gone, for months at a time, but at least they all had each other to reply upon.
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