Simon sat beside Clary's bed willing her to open her eyes. He knew that day was going to be far off. Jocelyn had gone to see if Luke needed anything. Simon worried about her being nine months pregnant with Clary's little brother or sister. Clary was so excited about it, now he wasn't sure if she'd even see the new baby.
The Silent Brothers had told Jocelyn not to expect a miracle and that they would do what they could to return Clary's health. Simon feared she would never be the same.
"Simon?" Brother Michael said coming into the room. "It is time for another treatment."
Simon nodded standing up. He knew what this meant. They would pour a pungent black tar like substance into Clary's wounds causing her incredible pain. He'd spent hours in the hall listening to her cry out. He wanted so much to be in there with her, holding her hand trying to calm her. The brothers wouldn't allow him to do that. Hearing her in incredible pain broke his heart.
Jace opened his eyes staring at the unfamiliar ceiling. Carefully he lifted his head looking around the room. He felt a slight pressure on his chest. He turned his head in the direction that the pressure was coming from realizing it was Alec's hand. He looked over at Alec who was sound asleep in the chair beside him. He smiled, only Alec would devise a way of keeping him here. Unfortunately his way never seemed to work. Since they were children Jace was always able to defeat Alec's attempts to keep him from sneaking out to hunt at night.
Jace carefully picked Alec's hand up placing it on top of the coverlet. He slid out of the bed and stole out the door. The familiar bookshelf lined hallway was well lit. He moved to the next room which he knew was the room he shared with Alec. He opened the cabinet where his clothes hung neatly in a row from the last time he was here. After he changed he looked over the balcony to see if there was anyone downstairs. It was silent and dark. Jace drew a soundless room and quickly made his way to the front door and out into the cool night air.
