He hurried to the hospital bed, his hand searching for her thin fingers as an almost emotionless look was thrown upon the hunter. Obviously, this was Magnus Bane, but that didn't mean he could come walking in like that. Yet when Alec saw the smile she got when she saw her best friend, he couldn't help but oblige.

"I was so worried about you. When I got a call from the Institute telling me you were wounded I came as quick as I could. What happened?" he asked his almost roommate. They had known each other for centuries, and always kept an eye out, offering their apartment for the other if they ever needed company on a dark night.

If anyone were to get hurt, it wouldn't be easy for the remaining warlock. And besides, the woman had already lost a friend today, she was happy that Magnus didn't lay here instead of her. It wasn't that she had a death wish, on the contrary, she longed and loved life, but when she could prevent someone she loved from getting hurt, it was an easy choice to make.

"Julien and his clan attacked a group of shadowhunters and myself. They got to one of them and-" Dèlia, the woman, whispered. It was all clear up to the moment that she was casting the spell to revive Alec. After that, everything went black and cold.

Magnus shook his head, a few of his necklaces ringing, distracting the archer from the conversation that he knew he wasn't a part of. The youngest Downworlder of the two knew what it meant if a demon like Julien and his clan got to you. He was almost completely sure that whoever started a battle between their demon friend would lose. He didn't expect the shadowhunters to be different.

"I casted a spell. One which allowed me to give my energy to the Nephilim who was touched. It drained me and so I must have lost my conscious. That's all what I can remember," she continued, a slight hint of confusion in her eyes as she tried to remember the rest as best as she could.

She only recalled voices and words. Someone had picked her up, she was sure, and had ordered the others to open a portal to the Institute. She remembered that sweet, calm voice which had been by her side from the very beginning that it all began to grow foggy, she just hadn't figured out who it was yet, as her memory dried to keep her from using more energy which she didn't have.

"Stupid, stupid Dèlia," Magnus sighed as his best friend confessed "you should know better than to cast a spell that big. Whoever were you even trying to rescue? A shadowhunter?"

The High Warlock of Brooklyn didn't like shadowhunters very much. They were always so full of themselves. Nothing had changed during the centuries he had been around. They all looked down on him with venom dripping from their stare, so why wouldn't he do the same every once in a while?

"She was trying to save me," the oldest Lightwood now came in between. He knew Dèlia could speak for herself, but he had been sitting here, doing absolutely nothing but listen to the two warlocks. So, when the party-animal of the two demanded to know who she had almost died to save, he thought it would be fare if he answered.

"Well than I suppose she did a marvellous job, didn't she?" he eyed at the hunter, unsure what else to say but sarcastically try to make the person that had gotten her in this hospital bed in the first place, feel awkward. It was an easy point to achieve at that moment, as Alec's cheeks flushed a dim red and he parted his sapphire glance away from the male who was testing him.

"I always do a marvellous job, Magnus," the woman chuckled. She was sitting up now, a slight moan escaping her lips as her body tried to force her down. But it was awful seeing everyone talk from such a height that they all felt like giants or enormous skyscrapers.

Magnus flashed a soft smile, before he turned back to his oldest friend of them all, checking on her on last time. Then, with a steady and sure voice he stated to the Head of the Institute, the only one who was allowed to grant them to leave at this point: "We should go."

Alec tried to go against it, but when the warlock who had saved him was getting up, her dirty clothes appearing from under the blankets he had given her, he held his mouth shut. She stumbled for a second, wobbling on he feet as the other magician held her close, making sure she wouldn't fall.

"She's still injured," he protested, not being able to sit still and watch them leave.

"And the one who is most capable of taking care of her injuries is me, Mr Lightwood. So, if you don't mind," Magnus spoke with a soft voice, though letting the shadowhunter know he wasn't going to give up until he had it his way, and exactly like he wanted.

Two emerald eyes gave him one last glance, as he stood up and tried to pursue the warlock into letting the lady lay down until she was fully recovered. But he was right. No shadowhunter here was going to give her the medical attention she needed, while the glittering male could.

"It's okay, Alec," Dèlia assured him, her pale hands holding onto her friend for dear life, while he opened a portal in the middle of the infirmary, not caring that it was against the rules, those written and unwritten. The archer was baffled for a moment, surprised that the woman even remembered his name, not sure if that was something good or bad.

He nodded, not knowing what else to do but grant them permission. Magnus didn't give him another glare while the two stepped through the breach, a bit unsteady, but still in good enough health to easily make it to the warlock's loft, while the dark-haired boy was left alone in the biting winter breeze that ran through the hospital room now.

Everything went silent.