A/N: SORRY, SORRY, SORRY! A THOUSAND TIMES SORRY! I was sooo busy with a family thing that I didn't have time to update! I feel horrible! But, here is a new chapter. And also, for zero confusion: There are two Sebastians. If you read the previous chapter, then you understand they are BOTH related to Clary. Poor Clary, four brothers. I have two brothers & one sister. I kind of know how she feels. Sort of. Anyway, story...
LPOV: (Luke!)
This morning, when Jocelyn and I awoke, it was rather awkward. The boys wouldn't speak. They all had coffee and ignored Jocelyn and I. I can tell that Jocelyn feels horrible. She wouldn't be like this, worried and nervous and scared, if she didn't. The boys are currently staring at the clock. There are twenty minutes left. They all look to me. Now, they decide they want my attention.
"Umm... Mr.. Graymark?" Jonathan starts off awkwardly. "Call me Luke." I cut in. He nods his head and swallows. He's nervous. Huh. Didn't think he was the type who got nervous. "Luke, can you take us to see Clary? Please?" He asks. I nod my head. I give Jocelyn a kiss on top of her head and grab my keys. The boys follow me out.
SPOV: (Seb. M.)
We all squeeze into the rather small truck. There are five men in this truck. This horribly small truck. I feel sorry for the truck. But I feel even more sorry for myself. I was going to ask Clary out next week and now I can't. And apparently she had a date with one of us today. Wow. We all have horrible luck. We got a hot chic as a sister. And she's unconscious. Or maybe by now she's conscious. I don't know. I just know that we all have a silent agreement to take care of Clary as her brothers and only her brothers. Even though three of us have crushed on her for years. We have to grow up and face the horrible truth. We have a sister who is the Queen of the school and who we all had/have a crush on. Reality sucks.
CPOV: (Clary)
I groan as I hear the monitor beep and smell the antiseptic. I hate hospitals. I have never liked them. Not once. I open my eyes and have to squint them to get used to the bright lighting. What is it with hospitals and bright lights? Don't the doctors or nurses realize the bright light is annoying and hurts the eyes? Obviously not. A nurse, that I just noticed sitting in a chair, looks at me. "I'm Catarina Loss. I'm your nurse. You're allowed to have visitors. You have some people who want to see you. Are there any certain people you want to see?" She asks kindly but in that manner where you know she's done this hundreds of times. "My brothers." I croak out. I could use with some water. "And can I have some water?" I ask her. She chuckles and nods her head. She leaves the room and soon after comes back with a glass of water and all four boys in tow. She leaves the room and silence settles over us. I burst into tears.
They all try to comfort me but through my tears all I can say is sorry. Sorry for each of them liking me and being my brothers. Sorry for leading all of them on to be hurt like this. But even more sorry that we were all raised by the same man. The same evil thing. "I'm so sorry." I keep mumbling through my cries. They say the same thing to me and only when I look up do I notice their tears too. We all sit around my hospital room crying and saying sorry. We are one sad family. Maybe being conscious isn't as good as people say it is.
A/N: Sorry it wasn't too long. Please review and if you have any ideas please tell me! I despise getting writer's block and it means you people don't get a chapter. So, please review and send ideas!
~Lila Belle