Chapter 8
When Alec woke up, his head was on fire. He had the worst headache he had ever experienced in his life. He groans as he begins to remember bits and pieces of everything that had happened. "What did I do?" He muttered, all the memories rushing back to him as he remembered every little detail of the night.
He rubs his eyes and looks around for Magnus, his poor boyfriend who had been stuck with him. Magnus is sitting on a chair right next to him, slumped against it, his hands holding up his head. "Magnus." He whispered gently.
Magnus shot up, his eyes red from exhaustion, and his skin sickly pale. "What's wrong? What happened?" Alec calms him down as he opens his arms and invited Magnus to join him in bed. Magnus crawls into the covers. "Did you....uh...not sleep?" Alec asked lamely.
Magnus groans. "I guess that's one word for it. I did fall asleep for a bit after 3 am." Alec's eyes widen as he lays next to Magnus. "God, I remember everything. I thought you were supposed to forget what happened when you drink." Alec started.
"Special warlock whiskey has it's perks shadowhunter." Magnus was in a foul mood. Alec knew he had every right to be in a bad mood. "I'm sorry Magnus. I was a pain in the ass yesterday. I'm sorry that I put you through that." Magnus turns around and smiles.
"It wasn't all that bad. You were at times hilarious." Magnus smiled as Alec kisses him on the lips. Alec begins to inspect Magnus's face closer. His lips were a light blue color and his eyes were drowsy. His skin was white and he was trembling. "You, look sick." He mumbled. Magnus chuckled softly. "Nothing that a good cup of tea won't fix." Alec raises his brow.
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