What is going to happen to Jonathan? I guess you just have to read and find out

There's Clary's POV in the beginning of this chapter and it's there for a reason

Sebastian and I walk out of the school after having some 'after school fun'. His muscular arm is wrapped around my body. He really makes me happy and I'm so glad that we're back together.

"You want to come over to my place and continue our 'fun'?" he asks and I giggle.

"No. I can't. Jon would probably start interrogating me again if I'd come home late. Last time was so awkward."

He chuckles as we continue walking towards his car. We see some of Sebastian's friends going into their cars. Sebastian says a quick "hi" to them and then they're already in their cars, speeding off.

"Where are they rushing into?" I ask and Sebastian shrugs.

Just as we're in in his car and he starts the it, something catches my eye.

"Stop!" I yell and he turns off the car.

"What is it?"

I don't answer as I run out of the car, towards the bloody person slumped against one of the school's brick walls. I do have a pretty good idea who it is. I can already feel tears spilling out as I come closer to him.

I run towards my brother whose body is all beaten up and bloody. I crouch down next to him and soon Sebastian comes too.

"We need to get him to the hospital," I say desperately. I help Sebastian carry Jonathan into his car and soon we're driving fast to the hospital.

"What on earth happened? He looks like he's been beat up or something. Why would anyone even do that to him?" I ask, the tears spilling out uncontrollably.

"I have a pretty good suspicion. You know how we saw Raphael and others rush out of the parking lot? Maybe they found out about him and Jace."

I told Sebastian about Jonathan and Jace, because I trusted him to not tell anyone. After all, he does swing that way too.

It's possible that they could have hurt Jonathan. They seemed to be in such a hurry to get out of there. I get so angry at them. They have to pay for what they did. I'll make sure of it. And I'm sure Jonathan will too. He is going to survive. I refuse to think otherwise. I don't know what I'd do if I'd lose him.

We arrive in the hospital and take Jonathan inside. The nurses take him away from us and we sit down to wait anxiously.

I feel awful. I shouldn't have just walked away from Jonathan, but I don't know what I would've done if the argument would've continued.

I wonder how he got home. Did he have to walk? Now I feel even more awful. I should call him and apologize or something. But I don't even know what I should say! He was the one who overreacted.

It makes me insane to think that this one little argument could ruin our relationship if both of us are too stubborn to apologize. I should definitely go over to his place and apologize.

And that's what I do. In fifteen minutes I'm parking my car in front of his house. I get out of the car and go ring the doorbell. I wait, but no one comes to open it. I ring it again and still nothing. Where is he?

I take my phone out of my pocket and call him. I let it ring, but he doesn't answer. Either he's avoiding me or something might have happened to him. What if the argument caused him to do something stupid?

I start to get a little desperate as I try calling him over and over again. I decide to go back to my car. Maybe I should call Clary. She might know where he is. She isn't home either.

I find her number on my phone and call her. Thankfully she answers.

"Hello?" Her voice sounds a bit off.

"Hi, it's Jace. Do you know where Jonathan is?"

"Oh my god!" she exclaims. "I totally forgot to call you! I'm so sorry."

"What's going on?"

"I'm at the hospital. I had to bring Jonathan here because-" I hang up and start driving fast to the hospital.

As I'm driving there I think about how I shouldn't have hung up on Clary. I would know what happened to Jonathan. Actually I don't think it matters how serious it is what happened, I'd still rush there in a minute.

Soon I arrive in the hospital parking lot and park my car. I get out and run inside the hospital. I run to the reception desk. There's a young woman nurse, looking very bored.

"I need to find my friend," I say firmly and she lifts her head to look at me. Right away she gets into this flirting mode. I get really annoyed, because I do not have time for this.

"I'm sure your friend can wait. I have a break soon and we could go somewhere," she says suggestively. I roll my eyes in irritation.

"No. He really can't wait. Could you please tell me which floor he's in? His name is Jonathan Morgenstern."

"I'm sure he's just fine." Just then another nurse arrives and she gets up. "I can go to my break now. So how about we go-"

"I don't want to go anywhere with you! I just want to find my boyfriend!" I yell desperately. I've done awfully lot of yelling today.

"Your boyfriend?" she asks incredulously. "Well, I can't tell you now. I'm on a break," she says smugly and walks away. I tug my hair in frustration. The older nurse takes her place and I turn to her.

"Could you please tell me which floor my boyfriend is on?" I ask kindly.

"Of course. Sorry about her. What's his name?" she asks gently. This is how the service should be. I don't even know why they let people like that rude bitch work in here. They should fire her.

I tell her the name and she searches the information from the computer. As soon as she tells me where Jonathan is, I run to the elevator. As the elevator stops in the third floor I run to the waiting room and see Clary and Sebastian sitting there. I run to them and they look up.

"How is he? What happened? Can we go see him yet?" I ramble nervously.

"If you wouldn't have hung up on me you would know," Clary says a bit angry, but I can see how worried and sad she is. It makes me very nervous.

She pats the seat next to her and I sit down, waiting for her to explain what happened.

"Just as we were about to leave the school parking lot, I noticed someone slumped against the wall. I ran and I saw that it was Jonathan. He was unconscious and bloody. We quickly brought him here. We don't know what happened, but we're guessing that he was beaten up. Now we just have to wait for the doctor to tell us how he is," she finishes and has tears in her eyes. So do I.

"How bad was it? Do you think he survives? He has to survive!" I yell desperately. Couldn't the doctor come already?!

"It looked pretty bad. I honestly don't know just how bad it was."

This wouldn't have happened if I wouldn't have left him. Why did I have to walk away?!

"He has to survive. I couldn't stand the idea if he wouldn't. And we had this big fight."

"Where did you have the fight?" Sebastian asks. I frown in confusion. Why is that important?

"Just around the corner of the school entrance. Why?"

"That's where we found him. When we were just about to get into the car, we saw Raphael and others going quickly to their cars and rushing out of the parking lot. Do you think there might have been a chance that they heard you saying something that revealed your relationship?"

"Yes, I think that's very much possible. Shit! We should have been more careful. Now I blame myself even more!"

"It's not your fault there are jerks like Raphael and his gang in our school. Why were you fighting?" Clary asks.

"It was actually Raphael's fault that we were fighting. He was starting to suspect that something was going on since I hadn't had any girls for a while. So, he decided to introduce me to this very slutty girl. I didn't even show any interest in her and she just rudely came to sit on my lap. Jonathan got mad and left before I got a change to push her away."

Clary is looking very mad and her small hands are in tight fists.

"You have no idea how bad I want to punch him right now. Or maybe you do," she says.

"Believe me, I do. I don't think I've ever wanted to beat the shit out of someone this much."

"Maybe we can all beat him up," Sebastian says.

"Yes, or maybe we can report him and the others to the police. I think the school has security cameras. We can make them all go to jail or something. It probably depends on how Jonathan is," I say.

Why can't the doctor just hurry the hell up! I need to know he's okay. He has to be okay. I mean, I think I'd feel something if he'd… I can't even think about the word. I feel like it would bring bad luck.

Clary says that he's been there for like an hour now. And then we wait restlessly for another two hours.

"I think it's a good sing that they're taking so much time. If there was nothing they could do I think they would've already come and tell us. Right?" I ask hopefully.

"I think you're right," Clary says and gives a small smile.

We wait for a half an hour and then a doctor finally arrives and asks for the relatives of Jonathan. We all stand up and quickly walk to the doctor. I'm so nervous. It feels like hours until he starts talking and telling how Jonathan is. He tells us he has few fractured ribs. He tells a lot of other stuff they fixed, but I'm just concentrating if he's alive and if I can see him soon. I need to see him to believe that he's okay. Of course he's not okay. He's probably all full of pain medicine. But the important thing is that he's going to survive.

"When can we see him?" Clary asks.

"You can see him now, but he's still asleep. And only family can go in," the doctor says.

Before I can start to protest how I'm his boyfriend and deserve to see him, Clary beats me to it.

"I'm his sister and these are his brothers," she says. She's an excellent liar since the doctor believes her, even though we look nothing alike.

The doctor leads us to Jonathan's room. When we go in I stop dead in my tracks. His face is all swollen up and covered in bruises. He's hooked on the machines and he looks so weak. I feel tears falling down.

Clary and Sebastian go next to the bed and I go to the other side of it. I take his limp hand in mine.

"I'm so glad that he's fine," Clary says relieved and I nod in agreement.

We all stare at Jonathan's unconscious body, waiting for him to wake up. Only then I can believe that he's really going to survive.

It takes half an hour when Jonathan finally starts to open his eyes. When they're completely open, Clary jumps to hug him.

"You had us all so worried!" Clary says as she hugs Jonathan tightly.

"It hurts," Jonathan says in a weak voice.

Clary lets go of Jonathan and looks down at him apologetically. I want to hug him too, but I'm scared he's still mad at me. He turns to look at me. He doesn't look mad.

"Come here," he says and I quickly lean down to hug him gently. He weakly wraps his arms around me. We stay that way for a while and when we separate I give him a small kiss on the cheek.

When I lift my head, I see Clary and Sebastian looking at us with a smile.

"Could you leave us alone for a moment? I need to talk to Jace," Jonathan asks Clary and Sebastian. Clary looks hesitant to leave, but finally agrees and leaves with Sebastian.

I nervously turn to look at Jonathan, waiting for him to speak up.

"I'm sorry I overacted that way. It was not your fault Raphael decided to set you up with that slut. None of this would've happened if I could've just controlled my temper. If they wouldn't have heard our argument, they wouldn't have beaten me up. It won't probably take a long time until the whole school finds out about us," he rambles nervously and I stroke his hair gently. I frown down at him.

"It was not your fault. I shouldn't have left you there. I should have taken you home. And I couldn't care less who will find out about us, the worst has already happened. The only reason I didn't want anyone to know about us before was that I was afraid something like this would happen. And now that it happened to you, I promise we will make them pay."

"I know, but how can we make sure nothing like this happens again?"

"I guess we can never be absolutely sure, but we can't live a lie for the rest of our lives just because we're afraid. But if it would make you feel any safer, we could take some self-defense classes or something," I suggest and smile at him, trying to make things better. I feel like I'd do anything to be able to be with Jonathan.

"I wouldn't see any harm in it." He takes my hand and squeezes it.

"Was it Raphael and his friends who attacked you?" I'm pretty sure it was them, but I just need to know for sure.

"Yes. There was too many of them. There was no way I would've been able to fight them all. I was so scared." It breaks my heart to hear him speak like that. I lean down to hug him. We stay in our embrace until we hear someone coming into the room.

We separate and turn to look at the door. It's Jocelyn and Valentine Morgenstern, Jonathan's parents.