Authors note: Hey guys! I have another story called A High School Classic in progress but felt I had to write this story.
Disclaimer: Based on the book Zac and Mia / TMI characters.
Jace's POV
I remember the day they told me I had cancer. But not just any cancer. The flashy overachiever Jace Wayland had to get heart cancer. I hadn't been to school for two years because of it. Not that it mattered. I was going to die. The doctors told me so.
My parents were coping with it surprisingly well. My mother, Celine, was asleep in an old chair in the corner of my permanent hospital room. Well not really permanent. When I pass on they'll just give it to another poor victim awaiting the cruel arrival of inescapable death.
I heard someone being wheeled down the corridor. Wheather they were on a bed or in a wheelchair I couldn't tell. I slipped out of bed and walked over the the little glass pane set in the door. There was a girl in a wheelchair going into the room next door. I only caught a glimpse of her and her fiery red hair. From what I saw she was cute.
Once the doctors had left her room and I new she was alone I hopped out of bed and tiptoed down the corridor. I could hear her sobbing inside, but I knocked regardless. The sniffling stopped and I could almost see her sitting bolt upright and hair hair cascading over her shoulders.
"Come in." I heard her tiny voice call from within the room. I opened the door and saw her eyes widen as I stepped in the room. She had good reason to. My hair hadn't started to grow back after my last set of treatment so I probably looked like an alien in a hospital robe invading her self pity.
"Who are you?" She asked sitting up, laying against the headboard of the bed.
"I'm Jace. I'm staying in the room next door." I said. Yeah Jace, real smooth. "Could I sit down?"
"Yeah of course." She said waving absently to the chair in the corner, identical to the one in my room.
"So, what's up with you?" I asked her.
"Spinal injury." She said looking down at her bare feet as she spoke. Then she looked up and smirked. "Fell out of a tree and now I'll never walk again." That comment surprised me. She didn't look like the tree climbing type. "And what about you?" She said, though she'd probably already guessed.
"Heart cancer." I replied, my eyes brimming with tears like they always did when I told anyone those two words that would quite literally be the death of me.
"I'd come over and hug you if I could stand." She said. So she new I was going to die. "But even if I could I wouldn't." I looked up in shock. She sat there quite contently looking at her nails. "There nothing I can do about it after all."
"That's true I suppose." I replied.
"Do you have a phone?" She asked me.
"Of course." I replied, taken aback by the question.
"Cool, what's your number?" She inquired, getting out her phone. She must have noticed my stunned silence because she looked up and said, "Well I need someone to talk to in this hell hole and I can't just walk over to you room now can I?" She demanded her eyes tearing up.
"Zero four, one seven..." I began. She brightened up a little but still looked very sinister, as if what she had said to me was sinking in. When I had finished she thanked me, lay her phone on the bedside, and rolled over on the bed and hoisted the blanket up to her chin. I took that as my cue to leave and stood up. Just as my hand reached the doorknob, she said, "My names Clarissa by the way. But you can call me Clary."
"Alright Clary." I said and walked out of the room.
As I lay in my bed I thought of the girl next door with the red hair and emerald eyes that teamed up at the reminder of her misfortune.
Sorry again just had to write this so let me know what you think.