Jace was the first to my room, that was the first fact that filtered through to my consciousness. This in itself was strange, because his room was the farthest to mine but, then again, he IS Jace, so it was self explanatory. Isabelle and Alec were not far behind.
They stood an opposing force of unstoppable shadow hunters, fierce and determined in the eerie witchlight. The room was a kaleidoscope of colors, constantly changing. There was a peircing, shrill scream coming from somewhere... It took me only a few seconds to realize that it was me. And I couldn't stop. And my body felt as if on fire.
Quickly Jace hurried over, seraph blade forgotten and still on the ground. His hands tried to still my convulsions but they were sporadic and harsh. My breaths came in shallow gasps. It felt as if I had gotten up and sprinted a marathon all the way through.
The white hot pain continued to shoot up through my veins, engulfing my senses and leaving me helpless to the wills of my body. Spasms racked my body, jerking me from side to side and sending the pain shooting back and forth with each one.
Isabelle and Alec were glancing around the room, peering out the windows, looking in and under things. They were looking for something, though I had no idea what. If I had been able to hear them through my own screeches of pain I might have known.
They were looking for poison. The poison that was making it's way through my systems and one by one shutting them down and eradicating my ability to do anything but lie there and take it.
Jace was shouting something...Trying to say something that I could hear... Asking me something. I couldn't think, I couldn't talk. And suddenly I couldn't breathe and a new sort of pain layered on top of the aforementioned one. A shallow, heavy, itching starting in my chest and working it's way into my head, making it throb with the beat of my slowing heart.
I tried to gasp but my muscles wouldn't respond. Desperately I jerked my hand to Jace's where it was on my other wrist, most likely checking my pulse and squeezed. My eyes darted and whirled, trying to focus on his face, trying to get him to understand what was happening. What was ending.
My screams stopped, with no air to force them through y lips. His eyes whipped up to meet mine while his hand grasped back at mine. His eyes told me he was desperate. He was fighting the urge to panic outwardly, but it was in his eyes. If Jace was scared, what hope was there for me? If Jace had no hope what was there for me to do?
Black spots danced in front of my eyes, and my eyelids began to droop, trying to shut out my view of Jace. I fought it desperately, struggled. His eyes grew even wider at once and he spun around, keeping his fingers entwined in mine, yelling for help I assume. The muscles in his neck and shoulders strained, showing cords and veins.
No one came. Jace spun to face e, kissed my forehead and ran out of the room. That was what really worried me. He had left. Where had he gone? Was he leaving for good, or would he be coming back? Unconsciousness was starting to sink in, my body starting to numb. No. No, No, No, NO.
Jace dashed back in, quick as flash of light and poured a strange liquid down my throat. His lips were rough on mine as he forced air into my lungs. Darkness fell around me after the first chest compression that sent the burning feeling straight through my brain like an ax through a log.
When I woke the curtains in my room were drawn, but it was very obviously midday at least. Jace sat in a chair, right next to my bed, staring straight ahead, across the room, a dead eyed stare. I turned my head to him and his eyes swiveled to me in an instant. "Clary. Clary, oh, Clary I was worried."
As I struggled to move a sharp -though much less intense- pain similar to the one of the previous night shot through me. He winced when I did, visably noticing my pain. He shot forward to push me back down but I reached up and wrapped my arms around his neck, burying my face in his neck. The soft skin of his neck was wetted by my tears. Feeling this he wrapped his own arms around me, drawing me towards him.
"You're all right, I have you. I've got you, you're alright now."
I sucked in a breath of air, "What on earth-" happened to me last night. Was what I tried to say. Jace didn't let me finish,
"It doesn't matter. You're alive. You're here, with me, in my arms and that's all that matters. Nothing else, just this, right here right now. Just you matter. Just you."
He leaned back into his seat, still holding me tightly against him. He let go with one hand and brought my legs up, folding them into a comfortable spot on his lap. Cradling me agianst him, my head against his chest we stayed like that, until we both fell asleep, but not before I said to him,"I'm not the only thing that matters. Not just me. You. You, and me, together. That's what matters."
