Jace watched through the window, seeing the girl's eyes close, and her not open them.
Even though she wasn't dead, all he could tell was that she was breathing. He wanted to scream her name, but he couldn't utter a word."
The doctor walked up to Jocelyn, her mother. "Mrs. Fray, I fear we might need to go into surgery."
"But, she can't. I don't-"
"Mrs. Fray, your daughter could die if she doesn't get this surgery. Do you really want to lose your daughter?"
Jocelyn shook her head. "No, Dr. Walsh." She let the tears escape from her eyes and held her face in her hands as Clary's stepfather, Luke, held Jocelyn in his arms. Jace looked down, and when he looked back up, tears flowed profusely.
