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Come Back To Me

Christopher Lightwood x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 2.1k

Warnings: near death experience. mentions of injury and blood.

Summary: While Christopher is close to death, Y/N is the only one who can save him.

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Y/N watched the knife fly through the air and embed itself into Christopher’s shoulder. A scream echoed around her and Y/N didn’t realise that she had made it herself. She was running to where Christopher had collapsed on the floor, his glasses knocked on the floor beside him, the lens cracked. His face was contorted in pain as Cordelia kneeled down to him. As Y/N collapsed next to him she immediately felt the tears spring to her eyes.

As if he could sense her next to him, Christopher opened his eyes and looked at Y/N. No matter how much he tried to hide it, Christopher was in a lot of pain, it showed clearly in his violet eyes. The knife still protruded from his shoulder.

“Y/N,” Christopher said but his eyes were focussed on Tatiana. She wore a wicked smile.

Cordelia stood up and chased after her as she ran leaving Y/N and Christopher alone. Once she was gone, Christopher reached out for her hand and gripped it with surprising strength.

“Does it hurt?” Y/N asked. She knew it was a stupid question but she didn’t care.

Christopher couldn’t find it within himself to lie to her as he nodded and groaned at the movement.

“What happened?” Anna asked as she fell to the ground beside her brother.

“He jumped in front of Cordelia,” Y/N answered, her hand gripping the smallest amount.

Anna brushed his hair out of his eyes. Christopher’s eyes jumped from Y/N to Anna before slowly scanning everyone approaching around him. Cordelia was nowhere to be seen.

“Is Cordelia okay?” Christopher asked.

“She’s fine,” Y/N said. “She went after Tatiana.”

“Someone should go with her,” Christopher said as he tried to sit up, which only caused him to yell out in pain.

Anna tried to sooth him while Y/N pushed him back gently to lie on the floor. “Cordelia is strong. She will be fine.”

Christopher only nodded and closed his eyes, his breathing becoming more ragged. “I’m tired,” he mumbled.

“This isn’t the place for a nap,” Anna said, trying to joke but it didn’t come out the way she intended.

“Just give me…” Christopher said, his voice breathless. “Just give me a minute.”

Y/N’s eyebrows furrowed. “He shouldn’t be this tired. He’s barely bleeding.”

Her and Anna shared a look as the Lightwood girl passed Y/N a knife and Y/N immediately cut away at Christopher’s shirt, exposing where the knife pointed out of his shoulder. Everyone stilled.

Black veins spiralled out from the wound and began to spider out across his chest, close to his heart. Christopher’s chest rose and fell rapidly, as if he couldn’t get enough oxygen into his body.

“The blade was poisoned,” Y/N confirmed. “Christopher, don’t close your eyes.”

His beautiful eyes opened the smallest amount, looking directly at Y/N. “I’ll try.”

Y/N tried to give him a reassuring look but she couldn’t stop the tears from falling. “My bag, I need my bag.”

“What bag?” Ariadne asked from beside Anna.

Y/N couldn’t answer, her words were stuck in her throat as she looked down at Christopher who fought to keep his eyes locked on her.

It was James who answered. “Antidotes for different poisons. That’s what’s in her bag.”

“It’s not here,” Y/N said, her tears falling freely. “I didn’t think I needed it.”

Christopher’s breaths became more laboured and few and far between. The grip he firmly had on Y/N’s hand had slackened and he was barely clutching it, his skin grew colder.

“There is one here,” James said, as if remembering. “In my old room, you asked me to keep in in case of an emergency.”

Y/N didn’t think twice before shooting up and running through the institute. Her legs burned but she didn’t care, her pace didn’t slow for a second. If she lost Christopher, she would never get to tell him how she feels. If she lost Christopher, she would never sit by and watch his experiments explode in his face while she sat and laughed at the surprised expression that blessed his face. If she lost Christopher, Y/N would lose herself.

Once she made it to James’s old room, she ran over to the cabinet in the corner and threw it open, it shook from the force. The bag was still in the same position she had put it years ago. Once she secured it in her tight grip, she was sprinting back through the institute.

As she made it outside, she had noticed Lucie and Jesse now standing to the side, Lucie crying freely. In the distance she saw Thomas and Alastair sprinting towards where the group crowded.

Y/N fell down on the ground next to Christopher, bashing her knee against the ground and pain shot up it but she didn’t care. Her focus was on Christopher. The black veins had spread even further across his chest, now dangerously close to his heart.

“I need to remove the knife,” Y/N whispered.

Christopher’s eyes were not open anymore. They were closed as if he were sleeping peacefully. His chest barely moved and his breathing was incredibly shallow. Y/N knew he didn’t have long left.

“Then do it,” Anna said, not tearing her gaze away from her brother's face.

With shaking hands, Y/N clutched the handle of the knife and removed it from his shoulder. Blood immediately flowed from the wound and across his chest. Y/N pressed her hand against it causing Christopehr to inhale sharply. Good, she thought. He was still aware.

The blood ran between her fingers as she tried to stop it as she turned to her bag and flipped it open with one hand.

“I don’t know what poison she used,” Y/N said, pulling out different vials.

By now Thomas and Alastair were standing just behind Y/N, Thomas collapsed next to Y/N.

“I don’t know what poison it was,” Y/N said, her vision becoming clouded by tears as she desperately tried to find an antidote that would work.

There were many different antidotes in the bag but she knew exactly what each of them could be used for. Christopher didn’t have the time for her to check them all.

“I don’t know…” Y/N cried. “I don’t know how to help him.”

His blood painted her whole hand and wrist red. His chest was still. Y/N’s head snapped to him.

“No, no, no, no,” Y/N muttered. “Christopher, wake up!”

There was no response.

Y/N screamed as everyone cried. She felt Thomas shake with sobs behind her. She couldn’t let Christopher die. She couldn’t let him.

Y/N removed her hand away from his wound and dug through the bag until she reached the bottom. There was one vial smaller than the rest, it was one she had never used and had forgotten about. It was the only chance to save Christopher.

She pulled the cap off and poured it onto the wound and rubbed it in, smearing blood across his chest in the process.

Y/N fell forward, rested her head on his cold chest. “Please…” she begged. Not just to Christopher, but to any force that could save him.

“Please wake up,” Y/N muttered. “If not for me than for Anna. For Thomas. For James. For Matthew. For everyone.”

Y/N closed her eyes as she silently cried upon Christopher’s chest. If he died then she would too. Nothing could move her from his body.

If he didn’t wake up, she would never see his beautiful eyes again. She would never see his shy smile whenever she complimented one of his experiments. She would never see how his eyes would light up when he spoke about anything to do with science. She wouldn’t hear his laugh or the way he spoke when he was just with her. She wouldn’t get to hug him or kiss his cheek to make him a flustered mess. She would never get to see the person she loved more than anything again.

“Please, wake up,” Y/N croaked out.

There was only the sound of sobs and sniffles, other than that it was silent as the world seemed to stand still.

Time only seemed to resume when Y/N felt the smallest, shallowest movement.

“Y/N,” Thomas whispered from behind her. “Look.”

Y/N opened her eyes and lifted her head from Christopher’s chest. The black veins began to retract back to the wound in his shoulder before coming out in black bursts that trickled down his side until nothing was left.

Thomas’s stele was in hand as he began to draw many iratzes on Christopher’s arm. Colour came back to his face and everyone watched in amazement.

Christopher’s eyes opened the smallest amount, his eyes locking on Y/N’s. “Y/N…”

They fell closed again as he was pulled back into unconsciousness. His chest fell up and down rhythmically. He was simply just asleep.

***

Belial was gone. Tatiana was gone. And Christopher lay in an infirmary bed. The blood had been cleaned from his face and body. There was a scar from where the blade dug in deep. Y/N only wished that she would rid him of it, rid himself of the memory.

While everyone stayed in London, Y/N was the only one to go through the portal to Idris. Y/N wanted to stay and help but with her shattered kneecap, she was in no position to help. And they all felt reassured that she could explain everything that happened to Christopher.

Y/N would never forget the look on Gabriel and Cecily’s faces as Christopher was wheeled through the portal. Despite Y/N knowing he was only in a deep sleep, he looked dead. His blood covered his chest and he was deathly pale, despite some colour returning to his face. She would never forget the tight hugs Christopher’s parents gave her when she explained the whole story.

She sat next to his bed, her hand clutching his. Ever since he had arrived, she had barely moved only to allow the silent brothers to look over him. He still hadn’t woken up but she occasionally felt his fingers twitch in his sleep. She wondered what he dreamt about.

It was two days before Christopher finally woke up. Y/N was still by his side reading a book aloud to him. She was in the middle of a sentence when he spoke up, his voice hoarse.

“Can you start it again? I like this story.”

Y/N’s head snapped to look at him and found him looking at her, smiling.

“You’re awake,” Y/N said, tears brimming her eyes. She moved to sit on the edge of his bed as he beckoned her closer.

“You saved me,” Christopher said, clutching her hand in his.

“I thought I lost you,” Y/N said. “There was a moment where you stopped breathing.”

“You saved me,” Christopher repeated, squeezing her hand.

Y/N smiled. “I would stop at nothing to save you.”

Christopher sat up. The silent brother told Y/N that he would still ache for a while during the healing process so Y/N quickly helped him sit up, propping a pillow behind his back.

When he was fully sat up, Christopher reached forward and cupped Y/N’s cheek and wiped away the tear she didn’t know had escaped. She leant into his touch.

“I am never letting you leave me again,” Y/N said.

“Good,” Christopher said. “Because I don’t want you to leave me.”

Y/N leaned forward and rested her forehead against his and closed her eyes, savouring the moment. “When you stopped breathing, I thought I would never have this opportunity.”

“What opportunity?” Christopher questioned.

Y/N sighed. “To tell you that I am in love with you.”

Christopher smiled. “I am glad I lived to hear you say that, because I am in love with you too.”

Before Y/N had the chance to respond, Christopher pressed a kiss to her lips. Y/N kissed him back with just as much love and compassion he kissed her with.

Y/N broke it soon after to simply wrap him in a hug, burying her head into his neck, careful to avoid where his shoulder ached the most.

Christopher’s arms wrapped around her waist and hugged her back tightly, not caring at all about the ache in his body.

“Thank you,” he mumbled. “For saving me.”

“I would save you a million times over just for you to come back to me,” Y/N said. The sound of his heart beating was a welcome one.

“I will always come back to you,” Christopher said and the two remained together on the infirmary bed. Nothing could harm them if they were together.

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