I felt tired. That was the first thing to pop into my mind. I could hear far off footsteps, and some sort of muffled commotion. My eyes were closed and when I tried to open them, they felt heavy like they were weighted down. Distantly, I heard someone yell.
I took a small raspy breath and tried again. This time, I managed to lift them a little. I took in my surroundings (or as much as I could from my lying position) and turned my head to the side. The walls were creamy beige, and the floor tiled. There was a small television on the wall and a window overlooking New York on my right. Hospital. The word appeared in my thoughts, and I blinked in confusion.
For the first time since opening my eyes, I looked to the left. I jumped a bit as I noticed the boy sitting next to my bed. I could not help but stare, taking in his curly blonde hair and the shine in his gold eyes. I was entranced. He was easily the most gorgeous man I had ever seen. I noticed a light, comforting pressure on my hand and glanced down. He was holding my hand. A second look towards his face told me that he was worried. Lines creased his forehead and he opened his mouth as if to speak.
"Someone help, she is awake!" He yelled, trying to be quiet for my sake I was guessing.
A nurse bustled into the room, followed by a beautiful and vaguely familiar woman. Bright coral orange curls framed her petite face, and a smile filled her face. She brushed a tear and walked to me.
"W-Who are you?" I croaked. She looked disappointed but quickly covered it up. Rather than answering, she touched my arm. "The doctor told us this might happen. Everything will be alright Sweetie," she said gently. The nurse poked around the machine next to me and adjusted the needle in my arm.
I was confused. Where was I? Who were these people? "I will go get the doctor," the nurse spoke in a consoling tone, sounding like she was afraid we would all break if she were too loud. She left quickly and the door closed with a click. The woman gazed in my direction and but on a fake looking smile. "Are you hungry? I can go get food." I felt my stomach and nodded slightly. After she left, I turned to face the golden boy again. Maybe he would answer my questions.
"Who are you?" I tried again. He looked sad, like he was going to shatter. He grabbed my hand gently and though I was weary, I let him. "My name is Jonathan. You've always called me Jace." At my look of confusion, he picked back up. "We have been friends for quite a while now." I heard the way his voice tensed at the word friend, and wondered what he meant by it. I sat still, trying to remember him, remember anything. It was not working. Nothing was coming back to me.
"Jace", I said, letting his name roll on my tongue, "why am I here?" I choked down a sob. "Why aren't I able to remember?" He looked at me with that same sad face and brushed a tear off my cheek. "Sweet, Sweet Clary. Wait for the doctor, He will tell you everything." Something about him was familiar and safe, and I let myself lean into his chest, crying softly on his black T-Shirt. A memory began to build in my mind.