At first, everything was bright—so bright that even a blind man could see this light. Sounds began to travel out of the light, dancing throughout the bank like it would in a auditorium. It reminded me of a guardian angel—coming out of the light, telling me it is my saviour.
But as the light began to fade and the sound turned into what could be mistaken as shouting, until it became clear that it was the shouting voices of many men and women.
Heavily armored men and women entered the bank, yelling at everyone to get down or stay down. I turn my head back to the blue eye man to see him pointing his gun at one of the masked men. My eyes travel across the bank, taking in the scene that is unfolding right in front of me.
So many people were crying—were they crying because they were scared, or were they crying because they were being saved? I couldn't be sure. I saw one of the masked men who was standing in the middle of the room began to raise his gun. Despite the yelling at him to stop, when his intentions never changed, his gun began to fail out of his hand along with his body to the ground, a hole in his abdomen that wasn't there a minute ago.
I quickly move my eyes away from the man bleeding out, not wanting to accept what I just saw. I turn my head towards Jace, who has the man whom just previously beat us pined to the ground, a gun pointing to his head.
I put my forehead against the cool tile, close my eyes, and take a deep breath. It's too much—all of this, I can't take anymore, I need to get out of here, I can't be in here for another second. I lift my head up and see some of the armed people escorting some of the hostages out of the bank. The blue eyed man handcuffing a masked man, Jace already handcuffed the masked man he had taken down, and roughly lifts him up and pushes him into an armed mans hands to take out of the bank.
I begin to lift my body off the ground—doing the opposite of what my body really wants to do. But I feel a hand push me back on the ground, preventing me from leaving—I whimper.
"Clary, don't move, we need to get a paramedic in here to look at you." Jace says in my ear, his hand still on my back. I relax slightly at the knowledge that it is him touching me, not one of the robbers. I lift my head up to look at him, my eyes being to blur once again.
"Jace' my voice comes out shaky ' I need to get out of here." He looks around him, thinking what the best to do at the moment is.
"You really should stay put Clary, I don't know the extent of you injuries." He tells me.
"Please." I left my head up at an awkward angle to look in dead in the eyes, but then dropping my head back down, not having the effort to keep it up anymore. He lets out a sigh and rolls me onto my back.
"What are y-." I begin to ask Jace, but stop when he lifts me up in his arms.
"I'm going to get you out of here." He says simply and beings to walk out of the bank. I close my eyes as soon as we step outside, the Sun seems to be burning brighter than it had before I entered the bank.
"JACE!" Jace turns around, but I make no move to open my eyes to see who had called him, the comfort I'm feeling is slowly lulling be to sleep.
"What the hell was that back there? You could have ruined the whole plan when you made a move on Carlson!" The man yells at Jace, the voice coming closer with each word until they are right in front of us.
"What the hell was I supposed to do? Huh, Alec, he could have done more damage to her." Jace says in reply, at this, I open my eyes to see non other then the blue eyed man standing in front of us. I flinch hard at the sight of him, Jace tightens his arms around me, looking down at me with concern. "And what the hell was that when you came into the bank. She smashed her head against that counter you throw her at." At this, Alec looks down.
"I didn't mean too, she's way lighter than I thought she would be." Alec said, making eye contact with Jace again, a hard look in his eyes.
"I don't have time for this; she needs to get to a hospital." Jace tells Alec, turning his back from him and starts to make his way to an ambulance.
"The Captain will want to see you at the station." Alec yells at Jace.
"I'll see him when I'm not busy." Jace yells over his shoulder, not making any move to stop.
"Jace, my head hurts." I murmur to him, moving my hand to cradle my head.
"It's okay Clary, we are almost there." He says softly, picking up his pace.
I close my eyes again, trying to control the nauseous feeling I'm getting again.
"Hey! Ya, I need some help, she hit her head pretty hard and the front of her face as well." Jace says, but I make no move to open my eyes to see who he is talking to.
"Okay, put her on the stretcher, are you a family member?" A new, deeper voice speaks. Jace doesn't say anything, but shifts me so he can grab something out of his pocket, a moment later the deeper voice says "Okay". I feel myself being lowered onto an uncomfortable surface, and what feels like fingers touching my head and face, making me shy away due to the pain from those areas. Someone places an object over my mouth and nose, confused with what it was, I make a move to remove the irritating thing off my face, but hands held me down, and air begins to travel through the thing on my face and into my lungs. I feel the surface I'm on began to move, as soon as it stops jerking, someone slaps their hand against a metal object, making an engine roar and the sensation of take off fast in a vehicle appear in my stomach. I move my hand once again to remove the thing on my face, but like the first time, hands hold my own down, preventing once again to remove the nuisance on my face.
"Stop being stubborn Clary and leave the mask on your face." A shushed voice says in my ear—Jace's voice.
I open my eyes to see the owner of that voice, staring back at me, an almost sad sort of a smile fixed upon his face. I break eye contact to look around the small room I'm in—I'm in an ambulance. As I look up towards the ceiling, I can see two people around my head; touched sore spots on my head, making me flinch each time they do. But I pay no attention to them, I only try to focus on staying awake as I see a black ring line my vision, taking up more and more of my sight as my headache increases. When my eyes begin to flutter close is when I hear Jace's voice again.
"Clary, you need to stay awake. Come on, don't close your eyes."
But no many how much I want to listen to his pleads, to fight the darkness that is consuming me, I know it's a battle I won't win.
So I let it consume me.
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