Sleeping Beauty

It was pandemonium when Maryse Lightwood rushed outside. The swirling lights of the ambulances illuminated the hospital's back entrance in a sea of red and blue lights. She could distantly hear the paramedic talking, informing her about everything. All she got were mother and daughter-crash-main street-drunk-cardiac arrest in ambulance-

"I-it was supposed to be me!" Jocelyn struggled to get out of the stretcher. She could see her now, only her face. It was pale and full f bloody cuts. "It was me; I didn't even see-"Maryse sighed as she tried to ease her back down. She hated nights like these. They truly tested her faith.

"Ma'am please settle down." Jocelyn Fray kept on struggling. Maryse growled in frustration as she gripped her shoulders and forced her to look at her. "Ms. Fray, you want to help your daughter, we want to help your daughter but the more time I spend here with you the less time I'm spending helping to save your daughter's life so will you please settle down!" Maryse snapped.

Jocelyn nodded, stunned. Maryse nodded at an intern in the back and he started to roll her away to Dr. Herondale to deal with. Maryse rushed over to the other stretcher.

"How is she?" Maryse glanced at her husband Robert who was frantically pumping air into her system. She had never seen him this worried. She looked at the patient. She was young, with fiery red hair that might have been pretty to look at before but now it was a dull red and covered with glass and blood.

"She went out in the ambulance and hasn't responded to any of the stimuli." Robert gritted his teeth. He lifted an eyelid to reveal a green iris and a pupil staring blankly at them. He shone a bight light and waved it around. Nothing.

Maryse gripped her wrist. There was a pulse. "She's got a pulse she's not dead." They were in the ER now. Maryse prayed that Jocelyn Fray was elsewhere because this was about to get ugly.

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Jace leaned back on his chair. Walk-10, butt-9, cleavage- Jace pursed his lip and sighed in disappointment cleavage-6.

"Nice right?" Sebastian commented as he plopped down next to Jace. Jace shrugged and continued looking on.

"Boobs are a disappointment." Kaelie Fae kept on glancing back at him and giggling.

"Are you kidding? She's one of the hottest girls in school. Jeez Jace, you're picky." No, not picky. Jace Herondale was tired, tired of the same old games, the same old tricks. It was appalling how repetitive things got when every girl wants a piece of you.

He shrugged. "I guess I won't be seeing any this summer."

"Your dad's making you help out at the hospital?"

"Yea something about 'appreciating the little things in life'" Sebastian snorted.

"The only thing I'm appreciating is the way Aline's looking tonight when I take her out."

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In all of his experience as a surgeon Dr. Stephan Herondale hated this part. His fingers turned sweaty.

"I'm sorry Ms. Fray; you're daughter is in a coma."

Jocelyn just placed her face in her hands and breathed. It was the only thing she could do. Just breathe.

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"I'm sorry I have to what?" The nurse just gave him a piercing glare.

"The patients have to spend 24 hours in a white sterile room with crappy daytime television. They want company…need entertainment."

"What do I look like? A freaking Barnum and Bailey clown?"

"Alright I'm sure your father…" I rolled my eyes.

"Who am I starting with?"

"Just to the second floor and work your way down the hallway."

Jace sidestepped a rolling cart. He paused in front of a door and plastered a fake smile onto his face.

Valentine Morgenstern was not a very responsive man. For the next fifteen minutes while Jace was in the room, he stared blankly at the television, ignoring Jace's attempts at conversation. Soon Jace found himself just giving up and watching the daytime soap opera with him. Nora had just found out that Jev was making out with Marcie when-

Jace glanced at his vibrating phone. It was time to move onto the next room. He considered just staying and hiding out here but…he glanced at Mr. Morgenstern's blank expression. That wouldn't be such a good idea.

"Oh god I'm so sorry!" The guy stuttered as he dropped the tray. Jace rolled his eyes and bent over to help him pick everything up. He seemed like a nurse. The nametag had Alec Lightwood printed in small black letters.

"It's no big deal." Jace waved him off. Alec just looked t him, blushed and walked away. Jace sighed as he walked into the next room. While Mr. Morgenstern was devoid of color, Magnus Bane was eccentric and his hair was every color of the rainbow. He sat up and sighed.

"Dreamy isn't he?" Jace looked around, there was nobody else here so he couldn't be talking about him…maybe he was just getting pronouns mixed up…"Nurse Alec…Mmm I'd let him give me a sponge bath any day…"

Oh great, Jace just had to get stuck with a gay sonic the hedgehog who looked like the child catcher from chitty chitty bang bang.

"Right…so technically I'm supposed to entertain you…"

"Oh really? Sing and dance routine? You know after the last one I'll never looked at 'Good Morning Baltimore' the same way ever again…"

"The last one?" How long has this guy been here? Magnus smiled.

"Maybe someday I'll tell you but in the meantime Blondie….we need to talk about your wardrobe."

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Jace shut the door behind him in relief. Finally, the end to Magnus's speech of pros and cons of wearing ripped jeans to skinny jeans. Jace rubbed his temples. He needed a break. He blindly pressed a button in the elevator not caring where he'd go…just away. The doors slid open with a ding.

Crap, he was lost. Jace blindly whipped around a few corners until he heard…

"So we'll have to operate prep the…." That was his dad! He was going to kill him if he found out Jace was wandering around the hospital. Jace quickly yanked open a door and threw himself in it, waiting for the footsteps to pass. There was a steady beeping as well as flowers covering every surface of the room.

Jace walked around, cards and balloons were everywhere. He wondered who must have had this many people care about them and then he looked on the bed. She was pale and looked so small in the gigantic bed. Her red hair was dulled to brown and her eyes were shut, sleeping. He picked up the file at the end of her bed.

Clarissa Fray, age 16, coma….There was a creak.

"Jace what are you doing here?" Jace dropped the file in surprise at his father's voice.

"Uhh-well I was just-"

"You know what I said about wandering around." Dr. Herondale picked up the file and flipped it shut. Jace felt a twinge of disappointment. For some reason he wanted to know more about this girl. "This is my patient Jace, you're lucky it wasn't a nurse or her mother. You could've been kicked out and you would have -"

"Damaged your reputation yea I know." Stephan's eyes softened.

"Lost out on the opportunity. How is it going?" Jace snorted.

"A non responsive recluse and a crazy gay sonic the hedgehog. It's fantastic and now I find Clarissa-"There was a break in the rhythmic beep. Stephan raced towards Clarissa, checking vitals.

"I-is there any change doctor?" A timid voice came from the doorway. Jace turned around to see an older copy of Clarissa standing at the door. There were deep bags under her eyes and she held an armful of flowers. It must be her mother.

"Uhm…Ms. Fray I would like to try something-"

"Anything! Please, anything if it will make her better!"

"I would like to…expose her to a new factor in her environment." He glanced at Jace…."Perhaps a new person…."

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Just talk, his father told him, coma patients can sometimes hear what you're saying. Just talks, nothing heavy say something about your day, have a normal conversation….

Jace sat in the hard, plastic chair. The beeping was getting on his nerves.

"So…my name's Jace." The silence in the room was thick and heavy. This felt so weird. "Uhm…let's see I go to Alicante High School…I'm a sophomore there. I absolutely hate math there I mean really when you are ever going to need a coordinate pair….?"

And so it began, everything just started spilling out of him Small things at first like favorite books and movies for the first few days but soon it got to family and how his mom walked out and to his friends….it felt nice. He got used to the silence and it was nice to just talk freely and have someone listen….even if they were unconscious.

He looked forward to seeing her. She did things sometimes like the offbeat of the heart monitor or a small flutter of the eyelids. Dr. Herondale just put it as something coma patients do but somehow Jace thought she was messing with them or letting them now that…she was still there. He didn't exactly know when he had become so attached or why, she hadn't said a word to him but somehow he promised himself to wait for her.

Her mother got used to having him there in the room too, always walking around, adjusting the flowers and cards and humming if she was in a good mood. Unfortunately there was no process and so it wasn't a big surprise when her mother decided to cut the cord.

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Jace had just arrived to find a giant cluster of people in front of her door.

"What the hell is going on?" He demanded as he pushed his way inside. Jocelyn looked at him, crying.

"Oh God, I'm sorry Jace I know how attached you've gotten but-" She took a breath, "I just can't let her live like this. It's time to let her go."

"Wha-what? N-no, no you can't do that!" He protested. This wasn't right, he couldn't just let Clary go. He had told her everything, whether she knew it or not and he wasn't about to give up on her now. She was human, she was his secret keeper almost…almost like a friend.

"I'm sorry son but Ms. Fray has already made up her mind." Dr. Herondale said sadly. He reached over and it seemed like slow motion to Jace, unplugged the ventilator. The dead silence was even worse than the annoying beeping. It was the sound of death, the sound of defeat and to Jace, it was the sound of loss.

He had never felt more alone as in that moment, standing at the foot of her bed listening to Jocelyn's sobs. Then- then he heard something, something so small he almost mistaken it for a creak of the window or a breeze. It was- it was a whimper. He ran towards the bed and gently touched Clary's wrist. It was there, the most beautiful thing he had ever felt in his life, a pulse. A weak one albeit but it was there.

"Impossible…"His father stood there, "w-we took the ventilator off…." The nurses bustled around Clary hooking and unhooking things as Jace just stood there, amidst the chaos.

There was a slight moan and then-he saw green. He smiled green, he had always imagined blue or brown but she always seemed to surprise him. She looked up and blinked at him.

"A-are you….Jace?"

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