I know, I know. This chapter isn't very long. But it is very important, and you guys asked for another update ASAP and I really wanted to get this one in today. I know you guys hate the cliffhangers, but this one is also a cliffhanger, but not as intense. Also, someone pointed out to me that I was not doing the disclaimer, so here it is: I do not own TMI. If I did, there would have been done serious CLACE going on long before Cassandra Clare did! But do not be mistaken; this plot IS mine! Anyways, hope y'all enjoy! Please don't forget to review! (:

Chapter 11

"C-Clary?" Jace stutters. Jace NEVER stutters, but this is under way different circumstances. She still doesn't answer, thus letting Jace know she's unconscious.

She is laying in fetal position facing the wall opposite the door wearing nothing but her bra and panties. Jace notices the small yellow bruises on her back, and he knows that means they are older bruises, but he also notices scrapes underneath the dried blood on her back along with darkening red marks that will surely turn into deep purple and black bruises. Clary's curls did not hide her neck, allowing Jace to see the dark hand prints where it looks like someone rang her neck. He knew those would most likely turn into bruises as well.

Not dwelling on her appearance, he turned to make sure the door was shut and chained it, just in case. He then hurries over to Clary to check her pulse. He gets on the side facing her front and grabbed her wrist.

"Please be alive. Please be alive." He begs in a whisper. The pulse is very light, but he finds it and she seems to be breathing okay.

He looks down at her seeing a broken angel. Her lips are swollen and have blood on them, her eyes are swollen and dark, and there are more handprints on her neck.

Teary eyed, he continues his assessment. Her abdomen looks as though it's been stomped in the mud one hundred times. Her legs and feet appear to be fine though.

He tries to wake her once more by shaking her roughly and calling her by name. Her eyes flutter open slightly.

"Seb no more, please." She begs. Jace feels something wet on his cheeks and then realizes he's crying.

"C-Clary, come on. I-I gotta get you t-to a hospital." He chokes.

"No." She whispers. "No hospital." And then she drifts back to sleep.

Jace is unsure what to do. She needs medical attention, but she just said no hospital. He has to think of something fast.

He runs back to the door and peeks out it down the hall to see no one. He leaves her door cracked to sprint down the hall and open his door as wide as it will go. He sprints back down the hall to Clary's room. He makes his way to her, picks her up and carries her bridal style. He hurries back to his room with her and lies her on his bed. He runs once more to her room and grabs as many of her things as he can, shuts the door, and runs back to his room.

He drops her things inside the closet when he hears noises. He turns to Clary as she sleep talks loudly.

"Seb stooooppp." She whimpers in her sleep. He almost chokes up again, but instead he tries to keep it together.

He goes into the bathroom to grab a bath rag and warms it with water. He walks over to Clary and cleans her up as best as he can. He grabs a towel and starts patting her dry. He then gets out one of his tee shirts and slips it on her, making Clary appear to be wearing a dress.

She continues to mumble and starts moving around in the bed. He never takes an eye off of her. She keeps doing this for about five minutes when she suddenly starts gasping for air.

"Clary? Clary wake up!" He tries.

She continues to gasp for air, and then starts screaming. She then sits straight up with a blood curling scream and then opens her eyes wide.

"J-Jace?"

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