I hear Alec end the call and sit down. He's tapping his foot against the floor in a fast rhythm, presumably to calm any nerves or to help him think. If I enter the kitchen now he will know that I heard the conversation and be extra careful with any other secret phone calls he makes. But if I go away I might be able to find out more information later if he makes another call. I decide to retreat back to my room. When I open my bedroom door I perch on the edge of my bed like I'm waiting for something to happen. I haven't been able to properly relax since the accident. I need to see her.

When I get out of the taxi I pay the man and look at my watch. I've arrived just in time for opening hours so I'm able to walk in through the doors rather than ascending the building James Bond style and using an opening rune on the window like I had to do two days ago. When I enter the hospital via the automatic doors I get a few stares as I make my way to Clary's room. I suppose a teenage boy with dark shadows under his eyes, old and crumpled clothes with un-brushed, dirty hair isn't the sight you're expecting to see at nine o'clock on a Tuesday morning. I carry on and ignore them; I'm used to people staring.

When I'm in the lift I click the button for Clary's floor – number twelve. I would have usually decided to take the stairs but I'm just not feeling up to it at the moment. As the lift slowly chugs and creaks to the top of the building I collapse into the corner and rest my elbows on my knees. I'm exhausted. The lift stops on pretty much every floor and I once again ignore the stares and disapproving looks from the older generation. After what seems like forever the lift opens up to floor twelve and I exit making a beeline for room 26 – Clary's room.


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