Clary was just walking in the front door after studying with Izzy when her phone started ringing. Looking at the caller id, she was shocked to see her father's face. He never called her while he was at work. Knowing that he probably had to tell her something important, Clary braced herself for some kind of shocking news, and answered the iPhone.

"Hey, dad is everything ok?"

"No Clary, its not, Jace is at the hospital and Celine isn't getting any reception. I have no idea what's going on, but I don't want her being alone. Do you think you could stay with her until I can get to the hospital? I'm leaving work now, but it should be like a forty-five minute drive."

"Sure dad, I'm walking out the door right now," Clary told him, upset that she wouldn't get to eat like she wanted to.

"Great honey, tell Celine I love her when you get there, and see if your phone can get any reception. I'd like to know what's going on. Love you."

"Love you too dad. Bye." Clary climbed in the driver's seat of her car and realized that her hand was shaking as she tried to put the key in the ignition. Why the hell would her hand be shaking? Driving out of the neighborhood, Clary looked down to notice that she was driving 15mph over the speed limit. Clary never even drove at the speed limit. What was wrong with her?She slowed the car down to the correct speed and took a deep breath.

Images of Jace, bloodied, and in a hospital bed flooded her mind, followed by those of him in a casket. The thoughts set her hands sweating, and her heart pounding so loud that, even with the windows rolled up, she swore the people in the car next to her could hear it. Why was she so worried about Jace? It was probably just a concussion, or a broken leg, or something like that right? Wait, why was she so worried about Jace, at all?

She hated him, right? Then why was she freaking out like this? She should hate him; he'd been so nasty to her since that day in fifth grade. Every moment after that, she recognized the cruelty in his voice, and the words he said, as a lot more hateful than their previous banter. Why had he suddenly started treating her like that? Gah, she didn't know, she had no idea. But, she did know, that right now, she had to focus on getting to the hospital.

Clary tried her hardest to concentrate on the road, as rain started to pour down, but her thoughts started to run wild again. She was worried and scared, and confused as to why she was worried and scared. Why did Jace have to be so damn confusing? Something had changed that day in fifth grade, and she knew it. Was there something going on with Jace at home? Was it something she had said to him? Was it a combination of the both? Was it nothing? Did Jace just decide that day that their banter wasn't enough? No, that couldn't be it. She remembered the look in his eyes as tears gathered. He was angry, sad, ashamed, and embarrassed all at once. Why though? And was whatever had made him cry the reason he hated her?

Clary didn't know, but she breathed a sigh of relief as she pulled into the hospital parking lot, glad that she could finally see Jace… and then she sighed in frustration as she realized that there were no parking lots near the doors, and she didn't have an umbrella.

The lady at the front desk told Clary that she could find Jace in Room 282. Walking there, the images of a badly injured Jace, or even a dead Jace, assaulted her mind again. Her breathing quickened, and her fist curled into balls as her imagination conjured up all of the worst things imaginable that could have happened to her nemesis. But was he her nemesis? As the confusion, fear, and worry started to spin into a huge ball of terrible thoughts, Clary started seeing black spots appear around the edges of her eyes. That was all she remembered before everything went black.

I had writer's block last night, so I posted an Infernal Devices oneshot instead. You should check it out! Thank you all so much for supporting this story. Expect an update tomorrow, too. But, it will probably late like this one. I like writing at night so much better for some reason. Oh, and about the double cliffhanger, it wasn't planned, but just sort of happened. Sorry!