"I'll try." Magnus whispered. Alec moved swiftly, thanking the angels that Magnus had a first aid kit. Finally, the wound was wrapped, and it was starting to heal. Magnus had still lost a lot of blood, his face pale and sweaty. Alec got up and sighed in relief, and began to clean up the bloody shirts and the clothes.

Magnus sat on the floor, resting his back on the sofa. He couldn't even look at Alec in the eye. Alec walked back after cleaning. "Let's get you in bed." Alec stood in front of Magnus awkwardly. He didn't know whether to pick him up or carry him or what Magnus was comfortable with. "It's ok. I can walk now."

Magnus stood up swaying slightly. Alec wrapped his hands around Magnus's waist and led him to their bed. Magnus laid down and sighed. "So Magnus. Lost it? " He asked carefully, his voice cracking. Magnus nodded. "Around 3 weeks ago. I'm so sorry Alexander."

Tears fell slowly out of Magnus's eyes. Alec felt his heart tear as he looked at Magnus. He had turned his head away from him and was trying to wipe his tears away. "Is that why you were acting a little differently?" Alec whispered, sitting closer to Magnus.

"Alec. That isn't just what was bothering me. I've...I've been having bad dreams and it made me tired and gave me sleepless nights. I'm so sorry, I understand if you hate-" Magnus's voice cracked and Alec couldn't hold back anymore.