Demons and Lovers
Jace awoke quickly and started screaming, it was cut short though by a wet gurgling sound in his throat. When he puked it was a painful sound, it was like it was ripped from his throat. Isabelle strained while holding down his legs. "Would you quit kicking you legs!" She screamed at him.
He tried to give her an apology, but it was cut off by him puking again. She turned her head in disgust. Tear began to freely flow down his pale face. Clary quickly wiped most of them away, but they kept coming. "Shh," she said gently as a sob racked his body, then he puked again.
She gently rubbed his gauze-covered back trying to comfort him. He puked and continued to puke, expelling the demon poison that was residing in his body.
Isabelle glared at him again as he kicked his feet. Then both Alec and Isabelle's faces were turned away in disgust, but Clary didn't even flinch. Magnus had left the room and went to go make a sandwich.
"It's almost over," Clary tried to soothe him. He groaned and puked again.
After about ten more minutes of him puking it ended up with dry heaving. It was finally over and Clary moved off the bed and helped him lay down. Alec and Isabelle had ran off about five minutes earlier so Clary took the filled up bin away and placed it outside the door to the infirmary. Then she went back and sat down on the edge of the bed Jace was laying in. She pulled the light blanket up past the gauze on his chest, then pushed his golden hair off of his sweat covered forehead. Then she sat down on one of the chairs close by the bed.
He looked to her in wonder, "You stayed," he rasped out in a hoarse voice.
She nodded, "Yep, I stayed. I'm still here."
"Even Alec and Isabelle left, why are you still here. Not that I'm not glad you're here, just," he trailed off.
"I stayed because I don't mind when people throw up. I've seen it before and I knew that it was helping you and thought that me leaving like Alec and Isabelle wouldn't help that process beside the fact that you can barely sit up on your own," she smiled.
"Thanks," he said, then clutched his gauzy chest.
"You okay?" She asked leaning forward.
His eyes were squeezed shut, "It just hurts," he got out finally. One of her hands were resting on the side of the bed. He grabbed it tightly. It surprised Clary. This is the strangest thing, she thought to herself. She rubbed his knuckles anyway.
"Magnus should be back with something to make you sleep soon," Clary said. She was hoping to reassure him, but a worried looked crossed his face.
"No, no, no. Please don't let him make me sleep," he begged. He clutched his stomach again though.
"It'll be fine, Jace."
"Please," he pleaded.
"Shh," She said, worried.
Magnus then came in with something in a cup. Jace freaked out, "No, no, no, no. Please don't, please don't."
Magnus came over by Jace's, "Take it or I'll make you take it," he threatened.
Jace continued to say no.
"Clary, hold his head and plug his nose," Magnus told her and Clary stood up. Jace looked extremely frightened.
"It'll be okay," she whispered to him. His head thrashed back and forth until Clary put one of her hand on his forehead and stopped it. He wouldn't open his mouth so Clary put the other hand on his nose and squeezed it shut. They waited for him to gasp for breath before Magnus poured some blue substance down his throat. He gulped it and Clary removed both of her hands, then Magnus left.
"Please," Jace whispered one more time.
"Sleep, you'll feel a bit better when you wake up," she whispered.
His eyes closed in a forced sleep and then Clary left.
"What the Hell was that!" Clary yelled at Isabelle later that day.
"What?" She asked.
"You both left him, in disgust I might add! Do you realize how embarrassing that must have been, especially because he was forced to puke like that so he wouldn't die!" I shouted. She tried to say something, but Clary cut her off, "Do you know how shocked he was that someone actually stay and helped him! Seriously, and then how scared he was when Magnus made him take something to make him sleep! Of course not! You left him all alone, with only me there to help!"
"It was gross," was all Isabelle thought to say.
"I don't care! He would've died if you he hadn't gone through that! Would you rather have him die so he could spare you that scene, or live and just have to go through it? I can't believe you! That poor guy has been through Hell and back in his seventeen years and you couldn't even stand there and support him!"
She had nothing more to say and Clary was exhausted so she stormed away. She went to her bedroom and fell back onto the soft bed and slept.
MORNING
"Clary," she awoke to the sound of Alec's voice.
She groaned and sat up, running a hand through her bed-head. "What?" She asked.
"I wanted to apologize for my behavior yesterday to Jace. I realize that it wasn't right. Also, Jace woke up a few minutes ago and is asking to see you," he told me and she nodded and he left.
She got dressed and then headed to the infirmary. She sat down on a chair by the bed that Jace was laying on. He had bandages on his arms and one then went up to the top of his chest. She knew that there were ones on his legs as well, but they were covered by a thin blanket. "Hey," she said.
"Just couldn't stay away, could ya?" He said in a cocky, but extremely hoarse voice.
Clary ignored this, "How's your throat?" She asked.
He was shocked that the goad didn't work, but recovered, "Crappy, feels like someone stuck a knife down it."
"Well, let's stop talking then," she suggested.
A worried looked crossed Jace's face, "Then you'll leave."
"Nope, just shut up and I'll sit in the chair right here. I won't leave if you don't want me too."
He nodded and Clary leaned back into the chair. A few minutes later Isabelle barged into the infirmary. "Come on Clary, time to go. There's some demonic frequencies down town," she said.
"Ugh!" Clary groaned, "I never get a break." She went to get up, but Jace grabbed her arm, she looked back to him, "I have to go, sorry! I'll talk to you once your throat feels better," she said loosening her arm from Jace's grip and running in high heels after Isabelle. She never saw the look of longing that Jace gave her as she rushed off.
"Here," Isabelle said, throwing some blades and what-not at Clary and Alec.
"Thanks," they said in unison, then laughed.
They all pulled on their black Shadowhunter gear and went to leave. Of course they had to pass the infirmary on their way down the elevator. Clary threw a look over her shoulder to Jace who was laying on a bed by himself. She felt instantly bad, but Isabelle drew her along.
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