The fourth day was angst ridden.
Jace paced the floor as the other three sat huddled in a corner by Clary`s bed, talking in hushed voices. Though he couldn't hear in the entirety what they were saying, he knew what they talking about; him. Finally, when he couldn't take any more of it and the whispers had really begun to bother him, he turned around sharply and started to yell.
"Want to talk any louder?" he snapped out of the seemingly silent room, as his friends and Simon turned around to look at him with worry. "I can`t hear you!" The room was silent for another few seconds before Isabelle came forward and attempted to put a hand on Jace`s shoulder.
"Jace," she said softly, though Jace just shrugged her off "you know we`re just worried about you."
"I know," he continued, more than a hint of annoyance and definitely a lot of anger mixed into his tone "that you`re talking about me behind my back about me and that you all think I`m set on self destruct without Clary!" Again, more silence.
"We just don't want you to do anything rash and without thinking." Alec supplied, stepping forward to stand next to his sister, similar looks on both of their faces.
"And we wouldn't want that!" Jace yelled as he spun around and stormed out of the hospital room, ignoring Isabelle`s screams behind him.