Chapter Three:

Jace POV:

God was she beautiful, and so easy to talk to. But I know I shouldn't get to close to her. I'm not going to be another person in her life that she loses to cancer. No way. She's been through way too much, and I would only be a burden. But I can't stop thinking about her. I want to live. I want to show the world that Jace Herondale is a fighter and can be a great guy. And I want to be. I want to be a better person for her. I walk home and finally realize that I have to tell my parents. I've been keeping this to myself since I found out. Here goes nothing.

"Mom, dad. I need to talk to you two." I said as I entered the living room.

"Sure son, what's up?"

"I have something important to share with you."

"Jace, are you okay?"

"A couple of months ago I wasn't feeling good so I went to the doctors. Turns out that I have blood cancer." I stared a their faces and they immediately went pale.

"Oh Jace." Was all my mother was able to say before she broke down into tears.

"How are you feeling now? What sort of treatments are you undergoing?" My dad asked.

"Well, I'm not feeling that great, and the only treatment that will help is a bone marrow transplant but they are having trouble finding a donor. Unless they find one, I'm not going to make it." I don't like being so blunt but I have to be because they deserve to know the truth.

"Okay. Thank you for telling us son. We'll get through this." And with that I made my way up to my room, hoping to fall asleep and dream of Clary.

It was about 3 in the morning when I woke up in severe pain. I made my way to the bathroom with the intention to throw up, but all that came up was blood. This wasn't good. I screamed for my parents and they came rushing in. They took me to the hospital to get anything that would help. I drifted off into a dreamless sleep.

Clary POV:

It was about 3 in the morning and things were pretty slow. I always enjoyed the night shift because it was a nice time to catch my breath. Hospitals are always busy but at night they was serenity to it. My thoughts were broken when a young male was rushed into one of the ER rooms. He looked so familiar. As they rushed him into a room, two people are running behind him. I walk up and introduce myself.

"Hello, I'm Dr. Fray. Can you tell me what's going on?"

"Our son, he woke up throwing up blood. He just told us that he has cancer. What's happening to my Jace?" Oh shit. This isn't good.

"I don't know Miss. But I promise that I'll do everything in my power to make sure you get all the answers you need." And with that I left. I walked into an empty hallway and had a mini breakdown. Oh shit, this is a curse. Why do I always make friends with a cancer patient?

After everything had calmed down I took a look at his chart. He needed a bone marrow transplant but they couldn't find a match. It's the only thing that could save his life, and they couldn't find anyone. I'll get my blood tested and see if it's a match I thought. If I'm not a match I don't have to tell anyone but if I am, I could save his life.

"Hey Lucy, I was wondering if you could do some blood work for me."

"Of course doctor. Who is the patient?"

"Me. I want to see if I'm a match for a patient who needs a transplant."

"Of course. Right away doctor." As Lucy went to grab the kit I sat down, and let her draw my blood.

"Thank you Lucy. Can you put a rush on it? I want the results fast." She nods and walks away. It's about an hour until the results come back, and the results were in my hand. Okay, on the count of three….1….2…..3…Oh my god.