Kane, the medic, made sure to check up on me at least twice a day.
Temporarily, I was sleeping in my own room and my room felt like a hospital room rather than a regular bedroom.
There were medicines set up on the table and a first-aid was on the floor in front of my bedside table.
Kane had prescribed bed rest and Tylenol, and whenever I felt like it was swelling, Kane would apply ice on it.
Right now, Kane was cleaning the wound by my temple, dabbing at it with an anti-septic.
"Can you believe I had to rush to the mundane pharmacy for supplies? I thought someone else did the shopping." Kane scoffed.
"You do remember that we're at war, right?" I deadpanned.
"You do remember somebody usually stocks up supplies, right?"
I rolled my eyes, amused. "So, tell me, love, when do I get clearance to go on missions?"
"When that concussion of yours goes away." He said.
I scoffed. "Thanks for being specific."
He laughed. "You're welcome." He stood up with a small sigh. "Seriously, though, don't push yourself. Then maybe that clearance will come a little earlier." He winked and left my room.
A few moments after Kane left, someone knocked on the door and I called out, "come in!"
It turned to be Clary. "What brings you to my room, lovely?"
"The cabinet meeting's about to start. And since you're technically head of the Institute too..." She trailed off.
I swung my legs off of the bed and put on some black ankle boots. I grabbed my leather jacket off of the dresser and followed Clary out.
"Where, oh, where, is Simon?" Came the Seelie Queen's voice. I was quite surprised to see her here, instead of her usual representative, Meliorn.
"Your Highness." Clary said, her voice full of irritation. "What an unpleasant surprise."
My mind flashed back to when Jace told me about what had happened in the Seelie Court.
"I'm sure she didn't mean to–" Alec began.
"No offense, Alec, but I agree with Clary." Jace butted in. He turned to the queen. "Your Majesty, is this another one of your little games?"
The Queen's face remained passive as she spoke, "the Institute called an emergency meeting of the Downworld Council. I speak on behalf of the Downworld."
That's when it all connected. Shocked, I turned to my warlock friend, "Magnus, is this true?"
He avoided my look and remained silent.
"Henceforth, when you need anything from the Downworld, you shall address me, Mr. Lightwood. Such is the nature of our new agreement." The Seelie queen continued.
"Your Highness, Valentine believes the Institute has the Mortal Mirror, and he's not going to leave the city without it." Alec told them. "I would like the Downworld's help in locating him."
"In order to capture him so that he might escape once again?" The queen asked. She kept the sarcasm out of her voice, but everyone knew it was sarcastic.
"In order to execute him so this threat may finally end." Alec replied, his cold eyes directed at the queen.
"Why should we believe you?" The queen asked.
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