Hi guys! I'm so sorry I haven't updated in a while. I've just been really busy with end of school stuff, because this is my last week of school till' summer.

By the way, thanks so much for all of the reviews! Especially the guests – a friend and The Biffster. I wish you guys would get accounts so much, but I know it takes a while to actually make accounts.

Ok so I am dedicating this chapter to the previously mentioned accounts, especially a friend. Your entire paragraph almost made me cry, really. It boosted me up and just made my day. I loved it so much. Thank you for the kind things you said, and you don't even know me! It really made me happy, so here you go, this one is for you guys.

DISCLAIMER: Cassandra Clare owns everything… except the plot, that's my own life

Chapter 4

I could feel myself being jostled around, but could do nothing to stop it. A needle pierced my skin, entering the unidentified liquids into my bloodstream, and I cringed inwardly at the feeling.

Ever since I was little I had an unusual fear of needles, most likely from all my injuries. I had always been too clumsy for my own good.

The heart monitor, constantly beeping, was annoying as ever. I urged myself furthermore to open my eyes, squeeze the hand holding mine- anything at this point.

I put all my strength into trying to do something, but was met with useless results.

And at that moment, I gave up trying, succumbing to the beep of the monitor.

It was dark when I woke up, and I reveled in the feeling that I could actually open my eyes this time.

Looking to my side, I realized the person who once was there, was now not.

The feeling of abandonment only lasted but a second; I had known unconsciously that it had been my mother, and did not fret. I knew only because her hands were soft, but calloused only on her pointer finger and thumb from holding her paintbrush a 'certain way'.

The other side was equipped with the heart monitor and the bag and tube supplying me with liquids.

I quickly pulled out the needle from the place where it had pierced my skin, and set it down on the bedside table.

Then, I turned off the heart monitor before taking the clip off my finger which was monitoring my heart rate. (Remember, she's had a lot of injuries)

Noticing that my clothes were folded neatly on the chair at my bedside table, I grab them and quickly change from the hospital gown to my clothes.

On my way out I bump into Luke, and ultimately am met with wide eyes. I am quickly scuffled back into the room, being wrapped into a giant bear hug in the process.

"We've missed you so much! You've been out for a week now! I can't believe I wasn't there when you woke up, I'm so sorry!" I then notice the full cup of coffee with a Starbucks logo on it, and know this is probably the first time he's been out to get actual coffee.

"Its fine Luke, really it is, I'm fine now. Can we just get out of here now? You know how much I hate hospitals."

"Clary…" a look of sympathy goes into his warm eyes, and I get a bad feeling in my gut.

"What" I say, almost as a statement.

"You have to stay here for just one day more, okay? They want to make sure you are healthy… before they send you to an institute" and at that moment I understood the look in Luke's eyes.

I have no words at this juncture, no thoughts either.

Luke sits me down in one the uncomfortable hospital chairs and lets me process the information.

For a moment I sit there like a fish, opening and closing my mouth, deciding what the right thing to say would be.

I come up blank.

Luke realizes this and rushes into words, half of what I can't understand.

"We didn't want to, we really didn't. But, we just want what's right for you; we don't want you getting hurt any more than you already have. I don't want you to get hurt any more than you have. Plus, you'll be happier at the institute, for the time being at least. And you'll make friends! Really you will, because you guys can all relate, you know? We've made all the arrangements; we hope you will like it as much as we do. It's a beautiful building, and the top one in the state. We think you will love the architecture of it, and it has acres of land. Acres! Please understand, we love you so much, and we can't lose you. I can't lose you… your my little girl Clare-bear."

I'm sure Luke had so much more to say, but he had gotten too choked up to speak anymore. The tears that had welled up in his eyes during his rant had leaked over, now they had spilled over and raced down his cheeks and stubble.

His words struck right in the place I'm guessing he wanted them too, my heart.

I reached my hand up and softly placed it onto his cheek, wiping off tears in the process, and looked into his hazel eyes that held do much love for me.

Tears had started to stream down my face as well, and I had no words to say.

So I nodded my head in glum agreement.

I'm so sorry that I haven't updated in so long once again, I did part of this chapter like a week ago and the other part today. Anyways, please, please, please comment what you think. I really need some suggestions on what to do next chapter and how Clary should meet up with Jace. I have a few ideas but nothing definite yet.

I will try to update really soon, and remember, if you guys give me more comments and suggestions, I'll post it sooner.

Thank you guys so much for all of the encouragement!

Updated: 6/9/2014