I was going to wait till I finished 'I can see you' till I wrote this, but the idea just wouldn't leave.

Summary: Three nurses. Three mysterious men turn up at the hospital, broken and bloody, with wounds they'd never seen before.

Prologue

Clary Fray had been a nurse since she was nineteen, three years ago. She'd convinced her two best friends, Maia and Isabelle to join her. Maia was all for it, but Isabelle refused. Until she saw the outfits.

Sure, being a nurse had it's flaws. Giving sponge baths to hairy men. Changing the diaper of some old person. Watching a family die from a car accident. Not being able to save somebody.

Clary had seen disturbing things.

Suicide. Abusive scars and bruises. Babies who've been shaken until their brains turned to mush.

Isabelle could never handle that sort of thing. It made her pale and sweaty and possibly hypervenilate.

Maia had a high pain tolerance. Same thing with taking care of injured people.

Clary was good at soothing the person in pain, and was honest about their health.

She had a favorite, even though it wasn't allowed.

It was a pretty little eight-year-old Asian girl named Aline, and she'd lived there for four years.

Clary was her personal nurse, and was practically her older sister. Especially since Aline's family never visited.

Aline had leukemia, and it wouldn't go away. It was slowly killing her, and she knew it. Clary, determined to let her have her fun while she was still alive.

She took her everywhere, with Isabelle and Maia.

But she'd never thought that there was another world. Another world of killings and murders.

Clary never thought she'd meet one of those killers.

Never thought she'd fall for one.

"CLARY!"

Clary Fray rolled her eyes.

Her best friend, Isabelle Graymark, named for her beauty, burst through Aline's door, striking a quick pose in her skimpy nurse's outfit.

Aline looked at her, a ghost of a smile playing at the corners of her mouth. "Sponge bath?"

Clary snorted, earning her a scowl from Isabelle. "Raphael? Again?"

Isabelle threw back her thick black hair, squinting her onyx black eyes at Clary. "You can never have too many baths," she said with a sniff.

Aline bit her lip to keep from laughing. Clary didn't even bother, laughing outright.

"Just be sure that Raphael's the only one with his clothes off," she said, still chuckling.

Aline's teeth slid from her lip, and a giggle escaped.

"Oh, whatever."

She looked down at herself. "You think I look sexy in this?"

Clary let out a small cough. "I'd rather not answer that, thank you."

Aline decided to pipe in, then. "Don't ask any of the doctors, either. They'd prefer it if you didn't have any clothes at all."

She and Clary were still laughing when Isabelle slammed the door.

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It was closing hour, and Clary was "Exhausted," Maia complained, stretching her arms out and yawning.

Isabelle nodded. "I'm sore all over," she agreed.

Maia let out a tired chuckle, and Clary bit her lip. "Raphael too rough on you?"

"Shut up." Isabelle gave her a tired shove, and Maia laughed when Clary tripped and fell into one of the lounge chairs.

The front door opened then, and Clary sat up straight.

"Sorry," she began. "But we're closed-"

Isabelle clutched her stomach.

Maia paled. Which wasn't common, seeing as she had dark skin and was never sickened by injuries.

Clary stared.

Four men stood in the doorway. Well, were leaning, anyways.

There three dark heads and one blond. Clary couldn't see their faces, which were covered in blood, dirt,and sweat.

They were zombie-like, raw skin and open wounds everywhere.

The blond looked up, and Clary was surprised to see that his eyes were a amber gold, like maple syrup.

"Please," he breathed, blood leaking from his mouth. Clary could see how much strength and energy it took him to say that one word.

"Please help us."

Then he slid to the floor, the other three falling with him.

He must have been supporting them, Clary realized.

"Elliot," Maia screamed. "We need doctors! HURRY!"

So?

Review! They help me write better...

Also, I need some ideas of the three dark haired men...Who should they be?

Alec.

Magnus.

Simon.

Sebastian.

Jonathon.

Luke.