Ok, so when we left off it was a little . . . depressing? Sad? Yeah. But with every fight a couple has, there's a make up. Hopefully. :/

DISCLAIMER: I do not own the Mortal Instrument Series, no matter how totally epic that may be.

Pain. Horrible pain was all Clary felt the moment she woke up. Her left side screamed and protested in agony as she tried to sit up in bed. Her vision was getting thinner and her head was throbbing. Make it stop! Clary shouted inwardly. She tried to work up the strength to scream, but nothing came out. Clary was to terrified to make a noise.

Ignoring the stab in her thigh, she sprinted into the bathroom to puke her guts out. Clary heard the splash as her dinner made contact with the water. Groaning, she slowly got up and made her way to the sink to wash out her mouth. After scrubbing down her face, Clary tiredly plopped down on her bed.

A whole new pain once again entered Clary as she thought about her and Jace's fight last night. The horrible things she had said to him! Not only was this . . . this thing, causing her physical pain but it made her mean. Terribly so. How was Clary ever going to show her face to him again! She cringed at the thought.

Then it's decided, Clary thought, I'm never going to leave this room again. 'Cause outside her bedroom door was the hallways of the institute, and somewhere in those hallways Jace was there. And Clary just couldn't face him! But she had to tell someone what was going on with her. The only person that currently knew was Magnus and that's only because Clary went to him saying that she didn't feel right. Magnus then had confirmed that something was seriously wrong, and he couldn't heal it unless he knew exactly what it was.

Until then, Clary was dying. Slowly but surly, her . . . disease was killing her. After many hours of begging Clary had finally convinced Magnus that he mustn't tell anyone, not a single soul. But he only agreed if Clary was to tell them in a time limit of two weeks, and so far it's already been one whole week! She had to tell them, no matter how much it hurt. Today was the day, Clary could feel it. Clary quickly got changed into jeans and a T – shirt, and made her way to the kitchen. As soon as she opened the doors to the Lightwood family kitchen, she smelt it. A stench so foul it would have made a rat die in place. And, of course, Isabelle was standing over the stove flipping what looked like road kill. Clary gagged.

"What are you making?" she asked Isabelle.

"Pancakes," she said it like it was the most obvious thing in the world, "Since mom and dad are out for the week, I thought I should cook something special."

"Oh yeah, real special," Clary agreed. Notice the sarcasm? Isabelle shot her a glare. Just then Alec trudged tiredly into the kitchen followed by . . . Jace.

"Good morning," Isabelle greeted.

"Shut up, to tired to think," Alec took a seat at the table and laid his head in his arms. Jace started walking towards the fridge, ignoring Clary's eyes.

"Oh, no you don't!" Isabelle flung herself between Jace and the fridge, "I worked all morning on my pancakes and you are not getting out of this one without at least trying them!"

"It's settled then," Jace said seriously.

Isabelle blinked, "Really? You'll try my food?"

"No, I'm going to starve myself," his smile widened into an evil grin. And of course Jace's ever so brilliant witty remark led to a hostile one from Isabelle, and not after long there was a sibling spatter going on in the kitchen just life every other morning.

But Clary, being either stupid or suicidal, decided she better intervene. It's now or never, Clary thought to herself.

"Jace, I need to talk to you," she interrupted calmly. All of the faces in the room turned to Clary. Alec, lazily lifting his head up from under his arms to catch a glimpse at what was to happen next; Isabelle, staring at her in repulsive shock that anyone would dream of interrupting her. All eyes were on Clary . . . except Jace's. He just lifted his eyebrows in question without turning his head.

"What about?" he asked.

"I just wanted to explain what happened last night –"

"I don't want an explanation, Clary. I just want to be told the truth," Jace said with desperation and understanding in his voice.

Clary took a deep breath, "I know, and if you'll just come with me to the library, I'll be more than happy to tell you." Her eyes were beginning to feel heavy. Clary wanted more than anything to yell at him again, was craving it even. She wanted so bad to scream and say how worthless he was, which Clay knew he wasn't. So she withdrew herself. What's happening to me? Clary couldn't help but wonder again.

"Sure," Jace nodded towards the door, gesturing for her to take the lead.

With long and prideful strides she hurried through the door and out to the hallways of the institute. Clary didn't look behind her to double check if Jace was following her because she knew he was. She could feel him behind her. Why is he doing this? Clary mused, After the horrible things I said to him. Why would he do what I asked? Unless . . . she wondered.

After they entered the library and Jace shut the doors behind him, Clary turned around to talk.

"Who told you?" she demanded.

WARNING: The next chapter should be really sad.

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