as will begun to move jem begun to hesitate, body lurching forward as will pushed himself upright. worry still easily spotted in the shadowhunter’s expression, he forced himself to lean back into the chair. hands pressed over his face if only to gather himself before properly facing will. truly he felt GUILTY, for if he was stronger, more able to defend himself & his parabatai perhaps will would not have to suffer.
this very worry brought a sharp intake, & a steady reminder of just WHY jem couldn’t protect will. had he taken his medicine ? no. he hadn’t had time, he’d focused solely on bringing will into the infirmary, making certain he got a proper iratze, & keeping a watchful eye until will awoke. though jem could hardly face will’s question, in fact he was ASHAMED by it.
❛considering all the fuss i do hope so. just a few scratches but i shall
manage, you hardly need to worry about my standings william.❜
yes, he avoided the last question. but he hadn’t felt THAT weak, more so exhausted mentally, after sitting awake for many hours. perched in the same position without fail. for if will was to wake& jem was not in the confines he was made certain SOMEONE would bring him to will simply to shut him up.
( though he wouldn’t be his will if he had not shared such dramatics. )
the pain was sharp as he pulled his trousers on, every movement of his muscles pulling at the skin. will can’t help but wince, exhaling a slow breath through his nose to keep from voicing his discomfort. if he isn’t careful, he could end up pulling the wounds open again, and then he’d be in trouble. charlotte would never let him hear the end of it.
JEM would never let him hear the end of it.
he wastes no time pulling on a shirt to hide the bandages covering his back. it’ll be easier for everyone not to think about his injuries if they can’t see them, he thinks. it’ll be easier for jem to stop worrying so much about him. but will isn’t about to stop worrying about jem. and then there’s also...
the way he says her name, with all the softness in the world, with every ounce of tenderness he can muster, he immediately regrets. no, he cannot act this way -- not even to jem, who has known more of his soul than anyone else in the world. NO ONE can know the true feelings of his heart. he curses himself inwardly, before continuing a bit more gruffly.
❛ she shall manage as well, i presume? ❜
