It was all a Dream Chapter 10
Clary woke with a start and gasped. She had heard Jace's voice, she was sure of it. She had been surrounded by an odd blue cloud that sparkled a little and had left her with a fuzzy feeling. It had felt like magic. Clary ran a hand over her face as she realized it probably was magic, which meant Magnus. Slowly things were beginning to make sense, her mother not knowing about mundanes and Shadowhunters, refusing to tell her about Jace, something must have happened when they were in Idris that caused Magnus to alter their memories. Clary knew she had to find Magnus and when she did she would be giving him an earful about messing with her memories again. Now she just needed a plan. If only she had her stele she could create a portal, she patted her pockets just in case it magically appeared but of course she wasn't wearing her familiar jeans just a very unbecoming hospital gown. At that realization Clary looked around the hospital room for the first time. There were several machines that beeped with her vital signs which were hooked up to tubes in her arms. Her arms! Clary gasped and looked closely at her arms, the tubes hadn't made her gasp but rather the absence of something she had gotten used to seeing, her marks were gone. Some Shadowhunter marks faded after they were used but others were permanent and only disappeared if you were striped of your marks. Oh god the Clave had striped her of her marks! Clary began to panic, her breathing increased and the machines that were recording her vital signs began to beep faster. At the increased beeping a nurse entered the room and once seeing that Clary was hyperventilating adjusted the morphine drip to calm Clary down. It worked, Clary's eyes drifted close and it wasn't long before she was asleep again.
*The next morning*
Sniff, sniff. Clary smelled coffee and it smelled like heaven. Her eyes opened swiftly, "Simon!" The sight of her best friend sitting in the chair near her bed nearly brought her to tears.
"Hey sleeping beauty." Simon gazed at his best friend. When Jocelyn had called early that morning to tell him that Clary was officially out of the coma he had rushed to the hospital. The last few months had been sheer hell for him. Waiting each day for a change, any change. He had even tried the sleeping beauty kiss trick, he wasn't proud of it but he had been desperate. Needless to say it hadn't worked. Life without Clary was like walking through a life without color, boring and miserable. But she was awake and she knew his name so she hadn't forgotten him. Jocelyn had warned Simon when he arrived that Clary's memory seemed to be a little jumbled when she had awoken.
"Simon, you don't know how glad I am to see you. Is that coffee for me?" Clary grinned not only because Simon nodded but because if she couldn't see Jace at least she had Simon.
Simon removed himself from the chair and carried the coffee cup to Clary's bedside. She patted the side of the bed and he sat down. Handing her the extra cup.
Clary looked at Simon as she took the delicious brew from his hands. He looked different. He was wearing his glasses and wasn't as pale as normal. His hand was warm too when she took the coffee cup. For the past few months every time she had touched Simon his skin had been cool. She looked closer as she sipped her coffee and then blurted out, "Simon you're not a vampire anymore."
Simon choked on his coffee, some dribbling down his chin, as he processed Clary's statement. "A vampire!" Clary's face turned as red as her hair as she began to realize that maybe she shouldn't have made the comment out loud. But the last time she had seen Simon he was a vampire and now he wasn't. Again Clary thought that something wasn't right, first her mom having no idea who Jace was or where he was and now Simon not being a vampire and looking at her as if he never had been. Jocelyn would lie to her but Simon never would. Simon was her best friend in the world and besides he had a horrible poker face.
Clary looked at Simon again. He was definitely not a vampire with coffee running down his chin and he smelled like he had a jelly doughnut for breakfast. There had to be another explanation. Since she had already blurted it out she decided to just go for it and ask him the truth. "Simon where is Jace?"
"Who?" Simon was still trying to wipe up the coffee he spilled when he answered.
Clary sighed, "Jace, tall blonde guy who you don't like."
Simon looked worried, maybe Clary's mind was a little fuzzy. He had read about coma patients who woke up and spoke another language and no longer knew English. He said as much to Clary which didn't help, she scowled at him. Time for a new approach.
"Clary, what do you think happened while you were in your coma?'
"I don't know Simon. I just feel like I wasn't in a coma. Life kept moving on, a whole different life." Clary leaned back and closed her eyes. What if it was really a dream. What if Jace wasn't real, the Shadow world, Valentine, none of it had happened. She could live without the idea of Valentine never existing but life without Jace…..
Simon studied Clary's face. She'd gone pale, almost looked frightened that what she thought was real wasn't going to be real. "Tell me about it. This life that you had, maybe we can figure it out together."
Clary opened her eyes and moved over on the hospital bed motioning for Simon to lay beside her like they used to when they were kids. "Ok, I guess I'll start from when we were at Pandemonium." Clary told Simon her story, stopping only when he asked questions that didn't make sense which surprisingly wasn't many. Simon seemed to take the idea of shadowhunters and vampires and magic in stride, only showing shock when she got to the part about killing Valentine. By the end of her story Clary was exhausted and Simon was excited.
"It's like a real life version of Dungeons and Dragons." Simon's eyes shone at the idea of his favorite game coming to life. Clary half heartily smacked his arm.
"It was real Simon, it had to be real."
"I'm not saving it didn't happen Clary, but why don't I remember it or your mom?"
"I don't know Simon I just don't know. But I am going to find out and I need your help." Clary's eyes shone with a fierce determination that sent a chill down Simon's spine.