Chapter One
As I paced the hospital hallways all I kept thinking was how much I wanted Clary to be okay. I wanted her to heal. Clary had gotten into a car accident and it was very bad. She was in very serious conditions. At least, that's what Simon had said when he called me hysterically crying. Simon is Clary's best friend and my ex-boyfriend. "Excuse me?" I asked the bored nurse behind the desk. The nurse looked up from her computer and asked, "Yes, how can I help you miss?" "Do you know what room Clary Fray is in?" I rocked back on my heels, nervously. "Room 307, Intensive care" "Thank you," I replied. I walked fast to her room.
I walked in and found Jace and Simon inside already. "Hey, how is she doing?" I asked. "The doctor thinks she might be in a coma for a long time." Simon answered. I gasped. "Do they know why?" Simon shook his head. This is terrible. Poor Jace, I can't begin to imagine how he's feeling. He loves Clary so much. "Hey, Jace. How you holdin' up?" I asked. "I'm great, my girlfriend is in the hospital and I am incredible," He glared at me. "How do you think I'm holdin' up? Isn't it obvious?" "I'm sorry," I responded. I really wanted to say something else, but I held my tongue for Simon's sake.
Simon walked to me and whispered, "Ignore him. He's a wreck right now. He hasn't left Clary's side since she got here." I nodded, "I understand. I guess he just wants to take his anger out on someone." I sat on the chair next to Clary's bed and grabbed her hand. "You need to wake up Clary. You are stronger than you think. Please, wake up," I said to a comatose Clary. I can feel the tears in my eyes and I tried to blink them back, but couldn't. Clary and I grew closer than I ever thought we would. It really did hurt me to see her this way. I saw her like the sister I never had and she did too. I turned to Simon, but he wasn't in the room. He must've left when I wasn't paying attention.
"Jace," I called. Jace looked up from playing with his hands. "What?" he asked. "Do you know where Simon is?" He signaled with his thumb to the door. I nodded. I wondered if I should leave him alone with Clary. I wanted to stay a little longer. I felt guilty in a way because I was suppose to go with her to get Jace's cake that day, but I called her to cancel. I can't believe it could've been me in that same bed, too. Would things have been different if I had gone with her? I wondered if anyone would've cared about me like they cared about Clary. I shivered at the thought. I still wasn't glad it was Clary. I would've taken her place because Clary is so frail, yet so strong. I know she's going to wake up. I just don't know when, but she will.
"Do you want to go get some coffee, Jace?" I asked.
"No, I want to be here when she wakes up."
"I understand, but you haven't eaten and it's not like me to worry about you, but I am worried. Let's at least get some sandwiches and coffee. We can come back as soon as we're done. We can eat super duper fast!" I smiled trying to cheer him up. It didn't work.
He glanced at me and sighed, "Fine, but if she wakes up and I'm not here it'll be your fault." Uncrossing his arms, he stood up and walked to the door. "Will you hurry we don't have all day." I stood up and walked after him as fast as I could. Jace was way taller than me so it was kind of hard to keep up with him.
Couldn't he be grateful I was the least bit worried about his well-being? I loathed this guy, yet here I was trying to be nice because my friend would want me to be there for Jace. I normally, never ever preoccupied myself with what happened in Jace's life, but I'm sure Clary would've done the same for me. She would've given her support to Jordan. Jordan is my boyfriend and the reason why I am a werewolf. He bit me and abandoned me. After, we met again because he turned out to be Simon's roommate. I wanted to kill him when I saw him, but he explained everything and I understood. I now loved Jordan.
Jace and I entered the hospital cafeteria. The walls were all white; they had three large ceiling to floor windows. It was surprisingly empty. It must be because it's so late at night. We sat at a round table in the middle on the room. A lady approached us and asked to take out order. "I'd like a turkey sandwich with tomatoes, pickles and avocado, thanks," I said smiling at the waitress. Jace said, "Make that two." She wrote it down and walked away. There was a very awkward silence between us. We rarely ever spoke. I was trying to look at anything, but at Jace. There wasn't much to look at unless I thought that white walls were interesting. I started to fiddle with my fingers. I dared to take a quick glance at Jace, but he was already looking at me. "I'm sorry," he said. I knew he was apologizing for earlier so I said, "It's okay, I know you're going through a tough time."
When Jace and I finished our late dinner, I guess that's what it was. We walked back to the room in silence. We were both anxious, maybe hopeful to see Clary's eyes open and see her smile once again. As we walked in the room all those hopes came crushing down. It was all the same. She was the same Clary we had left in here. I put my hand on Jace's shoulder and I felt him go rigid at the contact and put my hand back down. "I…I'm sorry. I just wanted to tell you that she's going to be okay. Not all hope is lost, okay? Promise me you'll get some sleep, Jace. It's not healthy for you. Clary wouldn't want you to be like this." Jace nodded and said, "Thank you. You're not so bad." I smiled, "You're not so bad yourself, either."
When I got home that night, I couldn't stop thinking what could have cause Clary's accident. They said the driver who hit her car drove away after the accident. Nobody saw anything, though. There are no witnesses to testify what really happened. Was it really an accident? Was this done intentionally? If it was, who did it? Where were Luke and Jocelyn? Simon, Jace and I tried reaching them, but had no luck. They had left for their honeymoon two weeks ago, but it wasn't like them to not be in contact with us. Especially, Luke, he's like an uncle to me. I'd have to try calling them again tomorrow. All these questions kept me tossing and turning in bed all night until I finally couldn't think anymore. I fell asleep.