Isabelle reached down to touch one of Jace's new wings, but Clary snatched her hand back before she could. "Wait."

"For what, an invitation?" Isabelle asked.

"No, I just thought it might be painful for him." She stammered.

"Why would it be?"

"Oh, I don't know, maybe because of all the blood." Clary pointed out.

Isabelle glanced down at Jace and grimaced. His wings had pushed their way out of his back quite forcefully, which had resulted in blood splattering everywhere.

"I'll never be able to get this out of my clothes." Isabelle said, looking at her clothes with a sorrowful look on her face.

Clary gaped at her. "Jace has grown wings and you're upset about your clothes! What is wrong with you?" She shouted.

Isabelle's eyes widened. "Whoa, Clary, calm down. I just figured that since he was unconscious there wasn't really anything we could do. Besides, these are my favorite pants."

"Oh," Clary deflated. "We could at least get him up on a bed. The floor looks a little uncomfortable."

Isabelle chuckled. "Yeah, he'd throw a tantrum if he woke up on the floor."

Clary snickered before she spoke. "I'll take his legs if you can get his upper body."

Isabelle nodded absently and carefully maneuvered around Jace, being careful not to step on any of the larger blood splatters. Clary bent down to grab him around the knees, and Isabelle took his shoulders.

"On three," Isabelle said. "One, two, three." They both heaved his senseless body up and onto the bed, panting after they released him.

"Those wings must have added another twenty pounds or so." Clary observed.

"Nah," Isabelle panted. "He's always been this heavy. You wouldn't believe how many times I've had to carry him home after demon hunting."

Clary snorted in amusement. "So what do we do now?"

"I have no clue," Isabelle replied. "This has never happened before."

"Really?"

"Well, sometimes a Shadowhunter would get cursed with butterfly wings or a tail, but those were barely more than illusions and disappeared after a day or so. These look more real. Probably a more delayed side effect from being stabbed by Glorious."

Clary raised her eyebrows. "It sounds like you have some experience with the almost illusions."

"You can do a lot of kinky things with a tail." Isabelle said with a sly grin.

Clary eyed her warily, but her phone rang before she could reply. She glanced down at it and saw that it was Simon who was calling.

"Aw, crap." she groaned.

"Who is it?"

"Simon. I was supposed to meet him at a coffee shop for a poetry reading after I finished working on runes." She flipped open her phone. "Hello?"

"Where are you? You were supposed to be here ten minutes ago." Simon asked. She could hear the faint murmur of people's voices in the background.

"Something happened. I'm at the Institute." Clary responded, absently watching Isabelle retrieve her knife from where she had dropped it and stowing it back somewhere beneath her clothes.

Simon was silent for a moment. "Is it Sebastian?"

"No, thank the Angel. Jace had a delayed reaction to Glorious."

She heard him suck in a breath through the phone. "How bad is it?"

"There's a lot of blood, but he's not bleeding any longer. He's unconscious right now." Clary sat down on the bed next to Jace, fondly running a hand through his hair.

"Are you okay?" Simon asked quietly.

Clary drew in a deep breath and let it out before answering. "Yeah, I'm fine. I need to change, though. Could you come pick me up? I'll tell you more about it on our way home."

"Yeah, sure. See you in a bit." he said before he hung up.

Clary slipped her phone into her pocket and stood up to leave. She looked back at Jace one more time, silently promising him that she would be back. Her mind flashed back to what his face had looked like earlier, screwed up in agony. She was glad that he was peaceful now, his face calm despite the streaks of blood beginning to dry.

She crept out of the infirmary, running into Isabelle with a wet towel in her hand.

"I'm going to meet Simon in a couple of minutes." she said.

"Alright." Isabelle replied before she hurried into the infirmary.

Clary walked down the hall, not noticing where she was going, consumed with worry for Jace. Would he be okay with his wings? Would he change even more? Was he still human anymore? Would he wake up any time soon?

She had reached the end of the hall when the Institute's alarm began to sound.

A/N: I know, I said it was complete. But then a plot just hit me in the middle of swim practice, so there you go. A new chapter.