"Well, I think we took care of that situation, don't you?" Alec asked the group rhetorically as he shut the door of the hospital room behind him. Earlier that morning they had gotten a message from a warlock doctor at the hospital involving a vampire attack. Nothing too serious really, but they hadn't had any 'serious' work for a while now.
"I already spoke to Raphael, and he reassured us that the fledgling vampire is under supervision. I suppose we have to trust that he's telling the truth for once." Isabelle announced as she slipped her phone into her back pocket.
"Right then, let's leave before we catch any diseases." Jace mumbled under his breath, leading Clary through the corridor by propelling her forward by the elbow, and then she saw it: the name written on the dry erase board above the front desk. She might have missed it had her senses not been heightened: Room 3, Lewis. She huffed dramatically and pulled away from Jace harshly, storming back down the corridor they'd just evacuated, muttering to herself, "I swear I'm going to murder him…".
Isabelle spoke up from behind the boys, "Wait, who are we murdering?" She questioned, sounding a little too enthusiastic about the situation.
Clary gave her a dark look from under her eyelashes, her mouth set in a straight line angrily, "We're going to kill your boyfriend." .
Rebecca slouched down in her uncomfortable hospital bed, trying to fluff up the slightly lumpy pillows behind her head. There was absolutely nothing on the TV of any interest as usual, which meant she started to feel herself slipping into a boredom nap yet again. She would go home and do nothing there, but she currently had no home. God only knew what she was going to do when she was let out.
She pushed the paper thin blankets off her torso so they pooled around her hips uncomfortably. It was incredibly hot in that room despite the fact that the window was open. She would turn the thermostat down but it was on the wall opposite her bed, and she was way too lazy to actually get up. Rebecca let out a small sight and shut her eyes in defeat.
No more than thirty seconds later the door to her room opened slowly. Not even bothering to check, she automatically presumed it was another nurse coming to check her vitals, so she decided not to lift a finger.
However, she soon gathered that this was no nurse. All she could hear was haphazard footsteps and hushed profanities. She was pretty sure nurses didn't curse that much. She opened her eyes slowly, blinded by the light flooding into her room. What Rebecca saw shocked her into an almost mute state…
"Clary? What-What are you doing here?" Rebecca questioned anxiously, worried something bad had happened. Of course she had acknowledged the three other people in her room, but she didn't have the energy to speak to them at the moment.
"Um, well, we were visiting a patient on the ward, and I saw your name on the board so I thought I'd come in and say hello. I feel like I've not seen you in forever! How are you doing?" Clary asked innocently, not really understanding her faux pas, but it was obvious that her friends did as they all suddenly started hissing at her anxiously. Eventually it clicked in Clary's mind and her face dropped.
"Well, I guess I'm not as great as usual for obvious reasons, but it's nothing I can't handle. At least, for now anyway." She smirked at the group mischievously and sat up straighter in her bed, forgetting how much she hated it for a few minutes.
It was quite cute to see these people looking so awkward about her well-being, Rebecca thought. Maybe she could have some fun with them… She twisted around in her place and kicked her feet out from under the blankets to be able to touch the freezing cold linoleum floor. As she stood up she started to walk to the door, purposely forgetting to take her drip stand with her. When she got a certain distance from the bed and felt the pull from her portacath, she tapped her forehead dramatically and grabbed her drip stand yanking it to her side harshly. As she looked at everyone's faces she had to stop herself from laughing out loud as they all looked like they'd seen a ghost, or worse.
"Excuse me, can I just get past?" She asked the blonde boy, tapping his shoulder weakly. Clary must have caught on by now because she was smiling faintly, letting her red hair hide her face craftily. Blondie jumped out of her path as if she had given him an electric shock, almost knocking over Clary.
"Here, do you need a hand, Becks?" Clary stepped forward and held Rebecca's arm firmly, casually going along with the act. They walked to the door together where Clary let go so that Rebecca could open the door. Sticking her head out comically she peered down both ends of the corridor, looking like a spy from an old movie.
"Um, what are you looking for?" The dark haired girl asked, peeking over the shoulder of the boy in front. She sort of resembled a meerkat
"Oh, I'm keeping an eye out for that warlock doctor. Don't get me wrong he's incredibly handsome but he's pretty against unscheduled visitors. Yes, handsome. I can get over the scales.", rolling her eyes at the astounded looks on the Shadowhunters' faces. Rebecca clung onto her drip stand and swung around it all the way around like Gene Kelly on a lamppost. She continued to twirl around the room with her stand, dancing and swaying with it until she fell ungracefully into the hard backed chair in the corner of her room, making the people visiting her leap in fright. Even Clary shot forward a few feet, anxious that Rebecca had hurt herself. How sweet.
"So, have you spoken to him recently?" She asked Clary directly, not caring if the others understood or not. She had some important questions to ask so their confusion could wait a few minutes more.
"Well yes I have, but he didn't mention anything about… About this. I'm sorry, I had no idea." Clary took a few steps forward towards the chair and stood in front of her as she broke the bad news. Even though Rebecca suspected as much, it still felt like a blow to her chest when she heard it directly, "Nah, it's okay. If I had friends as strong as you people I wouldn't want to talk about my deathly sick sister either." She mumbled, shrugging meekly. When she looked up she seriously thought that the blonde one was going to faint or something.
As quick as a flash Rebecca was back on her feet and right next to blonde boy, standing a few inches below his eye level, "Don't worry Jace, I don't bite, unlike my brother."
Jace looked like he was going to start crying so she decided to soften the blow, "Y'know, I expected you to be shorter, and more goblin-like facially." She inspected his face closely as if checking it wasn't a well-made mask and skirted around the boy like a panther ready to attack its prey. Clary snorted under her breath but quickly hid it with a cough.
The brunette girl next to Jace finally spoke up at that point, "I'm sorry, who are you? And who's your brother?" she folded her arms over her chest menacingly and squared her shoulders. It was just a shame that Rebecca wasn't the least bit frightened of her.
"Oh! You must be Isabelle, right? I've heard a lot about you. Maybe too much? I don't know, but you're just as pretty as I would've guessed, although I see now why I've never met you…" Rebecca trailed off, but slowly reached out to uncross Izzy's arms, just to soften her image slightly. If Izzy was shocked by that action, she didn't let it show.
Rebecca side-stepped past Isabelle and stood in front of the last Lightwood, craning her neck back to get a good look at him, "So that just leaves Alexander. Wow, talk about saving the best until last. I can see why my brother prefers you over Marilyn Monroe there." She jerked her thumb in Jace's direction but didn't bother looking over. She was too busy staring at Alec, Alec with his mouth partially open and his eyes wide and blinking slowly like a new born baby.
Clary was laughing quietly under her breath at the situation. She found it quite funny how Rebecca seemed unfazed by everyone's gear and weapons, quite the opposite actually.
"Sorry, I should probably introduce myself before anything else happens, right?" Rebecca turned her back on Alec and went to stand next to Clary on the other side of the room, "So, hi. My name is Rebecca Lewis, and I'm Simon's sister.".
Rebecca didn't think it possible to shock a Shadowhunter until that moment. In front of her stood three equally surprised people who all looked like they may cry from astonishment.
Becca floated over to Alec and smiled up at his frozen face, "I'd shut your mouth sweetie, it's not a good look for you." She placed her index finger on his chin and gently pushed it up. Alec obeyed, probably too shocked to protest.
The first one to speak was Jace, "B-but how can you be Simon's sister? I mean you're ho – Y-you're nothing like him!" Jace quickly corrected himself under Clary's gaze and turned an embarrassing shade of pink instead.
"Thank you I think. Listen, it's been lovely catching up and all, but something tells me you don't want to be stuck in here while they do my antibiotics, so I'd leave if I were you guys." Becca stated lightly and whirled over to the door to check there was no one there.
One by one they all left the room without saying another word. Clary was the last to leave, but before she left she gave Rebecca a hug.
"Remember that you're always welcome to drop by and say hello, okay?" She muttered into Rebecca's hair, but Rebecca just nodded. She didn't think an honest reply would be appropriate.
Becca watched the group of friends strut back down the corridor and to the lift. They all got in and turned in sync. They were all speaking amongst each other, apart from one…
Rebecca's eyes scanned their faces and when she got to Alec she drew in a small breath. He was staring right back at her, his crystal blue eyes boring into her soul, but not in a threatening way.
Something told Becca that that wasn't the last she would see of the Lightwood boy.
"So…Simon's sister. Who would have guessed she even existed?" Isabelle brought up as the group made their way back to the institute, a slight scowl on her face. Odds are that she'll be having a very interesting conversation with her boyfriend later on.
Jace kicked a rock at the curb in frustration, "Not me. Hey, did anyone else think she was a little… full of herself?" He asked, not daring to meet any of their looks.
"Yeah I guess," Alec replied shoving his hands in his pockets, "I like it." He froze, realising what he had just admitted, in front of his family and colleagues no less.
"Excuse me?" Jace half yelled, "She called me Marilyn Monroe! If anything I'm much more of a Cindy Crawford."
Alec chuckled, "Exactly, she wasn't afraid to tell you what she thought of you, of any one of us for that matter."
Nobody really mentioned Rebecca after that, but Alec still couldn't get her out of his head.
Hopefully that wouldn't be the last he saw of Rebecca Lewis.