Alec's P.O.V:

"Alec Lightwood speaking. How can I help you?".

"Alexander, hi! This is Ragnor Fell speaking", I hear Magnus' old friend answer and I'm instantly worried. Jace and Izzy must have noticed my tensed position, because they send me a questioning look. I gesture them to wait.

"Yes Ragnor. How can I help you?". Why is he calling me? Did Magnus see me with that girl, God knows who she is, and went to him? Is Ragnor calling to inform me that Magnus is done with me? That I lost him? Tears build in my eyes and a lump forms in my throat but but I push it back with a cough and ask with a shaky voice:" Is Magnus okay?".

"Well you see...I did something yesterday. Actually, a client asked to make a potion for him, as he wanted to prank his best friend or something like that. Point is that, because the potion had to be tested before I gave it to my client, I may or may not have given it to Magnus... Like... I might have sliped it in his vodka.... when he came to me last night...". Wait...what?

"Ragnor no offence but what are you saying? Wait... is Magnus okay? Is he in danger? Should I be worried?", I ask, concern about my boyfriend growing quickly into me.

"Yes, he's fine, I brought him to his loft last night, dont worry! I just called to see if the potion worked...". Okay now I'm confused.

"Ragnor what are you talking about? What was the potion supposed to do?". "Well you see... the potion was supposed to change the person's gender... so if it worked...somewhere between last night...IF the potion worked... Magnus was turned into a woman".

"WHAT!?!?",I yell so furious that Izzy and Jace got scared slowly back away from me." Are you insane?!?! How could you do this to him Ragnor??". Oh by the Angel.... I suddenly turn quiet and my anger transforms to desperation and fury... for myself. So the woman in the bed tonight wasn't that woman from the club. It wasn't a stranger... it was Magnus... MY Magnus... And I left him crying... all by himself... I told him that I don't want him. That I'll never will. That I don't want him near me! I was acting like I was disgusted by him... By the angel! Magnus will think that I hate him! Me! Hate that amazing, unique creature that fell for me because the universe took a pity on me. I told him that I didn't want him and he started crying. By the Angel my love was crying in our bed because of me and I just left him! I left him there, to suffer alone... Damn it!

"Look Alexander I'm sorry but it needed to be done. Trust me, Magnus won't be mad and it will wear of quickly! I just need to know that he's okay. He's not in a very stable state right now and I called to inform you about some possible side effects. He may need you today. It would be better if you didn't leave him alone. I don't know the exact side effects actually.... But I can suspect some of them".

"What do you mean with side effects??", I yell, my voice a mixture of and exasperation.

"Possible dizzyness, physical pain, vomiting, fever, just like a common flu. There might also be more important symptoms... like self-loathing, self-doubts, bad memories coming back. Generally, he'll be very emotional, I can say that for sure. That's why I called you. Make sure that nothing will make him sad while the potion's still in his veins. Trust me, all of his insecurities will come out quite easy and twice as big. Please be careful and keep him close to you okay?". Ragnor's words petrify me. I feel like I can't move. I'm frozen in my place, trying to function but I'm afraid that my brain got overloaded. Magnus, MY Magnus needs me... I have to go. I have to find him. To protect him. To comfort him. To take care of him. To be there for him. To be with him. To be there. Wherever he is, I need to be there too.

"I have to go", I whisper and hang up. I immediately get up from bed and brush off my siblings' protests with a glare. They thankfully realize my need to leave and drop the subject. Again, they know better than to stop me when I'm like this. Nothing can stop me now. 'I need to find my love', is the only thought on my mind as I ran out of the Institute's door and into New York's streets.