Clary's POV

Clary stood next to a pew in the church part of the Institute looking at the door with her arms crossed over her chest. And she was fuming. Jace went to Taki's with Alec to get dinner, but Five minutes ago she got a text from Alec telling her Jace was hurt. She called him, worried, and asked what happened and in the space of two minutes her worry went to fear to anger. He said they were almost back and to get supplies for Jace's injury. Isabelle was waiting in the infirmary while Clary, being the nice person she is, decided to come down and give the boys worse hell than they were just in. The door slowly creaked open but not the whole way. She went to investigate and heard two very familiar voices outside.

"Is she there?" one voice, who Clary instantly recognized as Jace, asked. He sound worried and slightly scared. She smirked at the thought that Jace hadn't even seen her yet and he was scared.

"I don't know, I can't tell." She heard Alec say. At that Clary decided to make herself known and flung the door open with a swift movement. Both Alec and Jace stumbled forward as they were leaning on the door.

"Can you tell now?" She asked, surprised at the harshness in her voice, but still she kept her glare fixed on the two boys standing in front of her. They gulped and looked at each other, scared. And scared they should be. She looked them up and down checking for injuries. Alec had a few cuts and scrapes here and there and his wrist was turned at an unnatural angle but seemed otherwise fine. Jace, on the other hand, looked like he hand just gone through a meat grinder. He had cuts all over and was nursing his arm, which looked dislocated. His leg was bleeding and his jeans covered in blood from the wound. His golden hair matted with blood and dirt.

"Look, Clary-" Jace started nervously but she cut him off. She didn't want to hear his explanations right now. First thing on the agenda was getting them fixed up, but straight after that was giving them the scolding of their life.

"Later," she said holding her hand up to silence him, "Right now you two are gonna get your sorry asses in the elevator and get in that goddamned Infirmary because you guys look like crap." She said sternly, reminding herself of her mother. Clary pointed to the elevator and the boys looked at each other and gulped before walking towards it saying "Yes, Clary." She stomped in after them and the door closed behind her. They rode up in silence. She knew if she said anything right now it would only be yelling at them for being such idiots and that could wait until after they were healed. She could also tell the silence was scaring said idiots because they weren't talking either.

After what seemed like an hour, the elevator finally opened and Clary stormed out, not looking back to see if they had followed. But after a minute of walking, a hiss of pain and a thump made her turn and look back at them. Alec stood looking at the ground, or more specifically the blond lying on the ground. Jace had collapsed to the ground, his legs not being able to hold him up any longer, but despite that fact Jace was still trying to stand on his own, not letting Alec help him. Clary let out an exasperated sigh and stalked over to Alec, who was still offering to help Jace up despite his protests.

"Go to the Infirmary, tell Izzy we'll be there in a minute." Clary gestured for him to leave but he seemed hesitant of leaving a pissed off Clary alone with a reckless Jace. "Now." She said before he could protest and he turned and jogged to the Infirmary. She then bent down next to Jace pulled his good arm over her shoulder, holding on to it with her right hand, put her other arm around his waist and pulled him up.

"I don't need help, I'm perfectly fine" Jace said as they started walked down the hall again. But he didn't pull away. If anything he actually pulled her closer.

"Yes you do and no you're not" was Clary's only reply. They pushed the door opened to the Infirmary and walked in.