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"Jem? How is he?" Tessa's voice cut through the heavy cloud of sleep that Jem was falling under. He jerked awake, lifting his head up tiredly. It had been three days since they had found Will and Jem had not left his side, even for meals. Brother Enoch had visited every so often but there was no change in Will's condition. He was insensible, muttering and murmuring about what seemed like nonsense half the time. But whatever he was talking about, it was clear that it scared him. Jem so desperately wanted to help him in some way. Whatever Will was facing, Jem didn't want him to face it alone.

But the worst part was, there was nothing he could do.

"The same," Jem replied, sitting up in the chair from the slumped position he had been in. "I've tried everything." Tessa came towards him and placed her hands on his tense shoulders, massaging them so they relaxed.

"He'll come back to us," she said.

"Yes, but who will he be when he does?" Jem asked. He couldn't stop thinking about what Brother Enoch had said. He was terrified that he might lose his parabatai.

God, he always thought that it might be Will who lost him, he had never thought it might be the other way around.

"He will still be our Will," Tessa replied. "And we will be here to help him through it." Jem nodded, running his eyes.

"Why don't you go and get some rest?" Tessa suggested. "I can stay here with him."

"No, I'll be all right," Jem said. "You can go. Besides, Will needs my strength to heal. It won't do him any good if I'm far away from him."

"All right, if you are sure," Tessa sighed. "Call for me if you need me." She left him once again to his thoughts, but Jem was grateful. He just wanted to think.

Suddenly, there was a flicker of movement from Will's face. Jem rose to his feet slowly. Did he imagine it? But no, Will's eyes were fluttering open. His eyelids drew back and Jem was relieved at the sight of Will's familiar blue eyes.

"Will," Jem said. "Thank God you are awake. It's all right; you're in the Institute. How are you feeling?" Will stared at him with the fear of God etched all over his face.

"Who-who are you?" he stammered. Jem felt his blood go cold at the very words. Everything in the world seemed to spin, not looking like the world he knew at all.

Who are you? It wasn't possible. Will could never forget who his parabatai was.

"It's me, Will," Jem said slowly. "It's Jem. Your parabatai."

"I-I don't know you," Will stuttered. "Where am I? What's going on? What's happening?" He then struggled up, tumbling off the bed. Jem yelped in surprise, rushing towards his parabatai.

"Will? Will, are you all right?" he exclaimed. Will let out a cry of terror and crawled away on his hands and knees.

"Get away from me!" he shouted. "Don't come near me!" He scrambled to his feet but groaned in pain as his did so, holding his ribs. Jem couldn't help but notice the brands around Will's wrists was bleeding, his blood dripping down his hands.

"Will, you need to calm down," Jem said, holding out his hands. "You're bleeding. You have to let me help you. Just breathe, Will. Just relax." But Will wasn't listening. His eyes were flicking about the room so quickly, widening in fear. His breathing was sharp and shallow.

"I don't know where I am," he said. "I don't know where I am. What's going on? Where am I?"

"Will-" Jem started but Will interrupted him.

"Stop calling me Will!" he shouted. "I don't know who that is! I don't know who you are! Get away from me! Leave me alone!" Each word stabbed Jem. Even when Will was in his blackest moods, he had never been quite like this.

Before Jem could stop him, Will had stumbled out of the infirmary, sprinting as fast as he could down the corridor. Jem cursed. Despite his injuries, Will was still faster than him.

Rushing out of the infirmary, Jem ran down the corridor Will went down.

What was happening? How could Will not remember anything?

Jem checked each room he past, looking for his, once again, missing parabatai. As Jem passed the drawing room, he heard Charlotte's voice, gentle and soft, from within. Jem opened the doors slowly, seeing Charlotte crouched on her knees by the sofa, holding out her hand to Will who was huddled in the corner, cradling his bleeding wrists.

Jem drew in a sharp breath. Will looked so scared and vulnerable, something that even Jem had hardly seen. Charlotte looked at Jem with a questioning and worried look.

"James," she said. "Jem, what happened to Will? Why is he acting like this?" She stood and came towards Jem, but kept an eye on Will in the corner who likewise glared at them.

"I don't know," Jem said quietly, so not to frighten Will further. "He woke up and I started talking to him then he just...He says he doesn't remember who I am, or who he is for that matter."

"How is that possible?" Charlotte whispered. Jem turned to Will and approached him cautiously, crouching to the floor like Charlotte had. It was strange, treating Will like a small and scared animal but Jem was afraid he'd run again.

"Will?" he said softly. Will almost tried to melt into the wall to get further away from him. "Will, it's all right. I'm not going to hurt you. I'm your friend."

"Where am I?" Will choked out, still holding his bleeding wrists, his face tight with pain. "What did you do to me? Why can't I remember anything?" Jem glanced at Charlotte then brought his gaze back to Will, inching closer.

"You're in the London Institute," Jem said. "It's your home, remember?"

"No," Will said. "I-I can't remember anything. Why can't I remember anything?" His pupils dilated again and his breathing became ragged.

"Hey, hey, it's all right," Jem said softly. He was almost close enough to touch him. "I know this must be scary and confusing, but I'm here to help. Your name is William Herondale. You are seventeen years old and a Shadowhunter, like me and Charlotte. My name is James Carstairs, but most people call me Jem, you included. I'm your parabatai."

"I can't remember any of this," Will said. "My name is Will Herondale? I don't remember that name. What is a Shadowhunter? What is parabatai? I don't know any of this. Please..."

"It doesn't matter now," Jem said. "I'll explain to you later. But first, I need you to tell me everything you do remember, all right? Can you do that for me? Then we'll tell you everything we know and answer all the questions we can for you." Will gulped but nodded very slowly. Jem smiled and helped Will into a nearby chair.

"All right," Jem said, drawing a chair opposite Will. "I'm going to have a look at your wrists while you tell me what you do remember." Will looked sceptical. "It's going to be fine," Jem said. "You can trust me, Will." Very slowly, Will extended his shaking hands towards Jem.

"Jem," Charlotte said quietly. Jem looked up. Charlotte had been so silent that he'd almost forgotten she was there. All his attention was focussed on Will. "I'll shall talk to Cecily and Tessa. They need to be prepared. I shall also send up Sophie with some supplies. Brother Enoch told me the Marks are not working." Jem nodded and Charlotte left the room.

"Who are Cecily and Tessa?" Will asked. "I-Their names sound familiar."

"Cecily is you sister," Jem said, studying the brands circling Will's wrists. They were unlike anything Jem had ever seen, seared deep into the skin as if the manacles had been red hot. "And Tessa is my fiancé, but also a friend of yours."

"Cecily... She- she arrived recently?" Will asked. "I-I can't quite remember. I was angry at her for some reason, wasn't I?"

"You didn't want her to have this kind of life," Jem said gently, not looking Will in the eye. "You wanted her to go back to Wales. But it's good that you are remembering some things."

"And Tessa," Will said. "I think I remember her. She has grey eyes and brown hair." He then hesitated, pondering on something.

"Didn't she hit me with a water jug?"

Despite everything, Jem laughed. "Yes, she did when you rescued her from the Dark House," he chuckled. "You were always a little sore about that." Will smiled a little then grimaced as Jem gently turned his hands over.

"Sorry," Jem said.

"I get the feeling that you are always the one that binds up my wounds," Will said. Jem pursed his lips together. This felt so odd. Talking to Will always felt like the most natural thing in the world, but this was strange and alien to Jem. It was almost like talking to a curious child who wanted every word you said explained to him.

"Normally," Jem replied. "But most of the time I use healing runes- they are like symbols that Shadowhunters draw on their skin. Each symbol does a different thing. Bandaging is a little new for me, actually." Across the room, the door opened and Sophie walked in, balancing some towels and bandages in one hand while carrying a bowl of water in the other.

"Ah, thank you very much, Sophie," Jem said. Sophie set the supplies down but couldn't help staring at Will.

"Welcome home, Master Will," she said a little tentatively.

"Umm...thank you, Sophie?" Will said. Sophie raised her eyebrows and looked at Jem, slightly shocked. Jem smiled sadly. Sophie and Will had never really got on until Will had told everyone of his curse. Ever since then, they had a sort of mutual respect for each other.

"Will that be all, Master Jem?" she asked, almost as if in a daze.

"Yes, thank you, Sophie," Jem said. Sophie curtsied then left them alone. Jem took a towel and soaked it in the water.

"This might sting a little," he said. Will bit his lip and nodded. Jem started to clean up the brands around Will's wrists, wiping away the blood. The more he cleaned, the worse the wounds looked. They should have been healed by the iratzes...unless they were caused by something demonic. But what could have caused wounds like this? Jem then bandaged Will's wrists carefully.

"Thank you," Will said quietly.

"You're welcome," Jem replied. He sat back in his chair. He studied Will's face, usually so full of confidence and humour. Now, he looked confused, frightened and a little nervous.

"So, what can you remember?" Jem said, finally breaking the awkward silence. Will looked up at him from his freshly bandaged wrists.

"I remember constantly being in darkness," he said quietly. "I remember a- a room with bars and chains... And-and a man. There was definitely someone there with me."

"Who? Who was it, Will?" Jem asked then caught himself. "I'm sorry. That was impatient of me."

"I-I can't remember." Will bunched his hands up into fists, his face tight. Jem desperately wanted to place a hand on his shoulder and tell him it was all going to be all right. But he had to remember that Will didn't know who Jem was and so he probably wouldn't appreciate the gesture as the old Will would have.

"We'll figure it out," Jem said gently. "It's what we do. Now how about you get some rest before dinner? I'll take you to your room."

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