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I currently reading book 3 or The Maze Runner trilogy, The Death Cure, and I love it but it's killing me.

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Chapter 10

CPOV

I heard harsh whispers in the distant. I couldn't make out the words but I could tell there was a female voice, and she sounded very upset. I forced my eyelids open, which was a mistake because the light made my head throb. I closed my eyes; I shifted in the bed I was lying on. A throbbing pain went through my body. Every part on my body hurt. My body ached as if I had run through a desert and fought an angry gorilla. Or like a gorilla had dragged my body through a desert.

Then I felt like my insides were burning. The pain I felt was unbearable. I felt like something inside me was burning and twisting through my veins. I only realized I was screaming when people – four or five, I wasn't sure – were at my side, talking to me, and when my throat felt raw.

I only knew what was happening because this wasn't the first time. I had been through this before, and it had been even worse.

Someone kept talking to me, but I couldn't understand a single word; then the darkness came for me again…

. . .

I woke up to the sound of horrible scream, like if someone was being tortured. Someone was screaming in agony –in pure pain. Another scream broke through the room and I winced. I opened my eyes, blinking to adjust them to the light. I was in the infirmary. Half of my body was covered with a white blanket, except for my right leg where a long slash was now healing.

"Do something!" I heard a female voice cry.

"I –I can't do much," a male's voice said. "You know the poison has no cure and can't be extracted from the body like others." That was definitely Magnus.

"Just do something!" she yelled angrily. "I don't care what but I can't bear to see him in such a pain."

"Maryse, calm down," Robert said.

"Don't you tell me to calm down!"

"I know how you're feeling but the silent brothers and Magnus are trying to help," there was pain in his voice, but he was trying to stay strong for Maryse. "They do what they can."

I slowly turned my body, to the side of the voices, fearing what I was about to see. In the bed –to my left –lay Alec. I couldn't see much of him; there were five figures, blocking my view, around his bed.

Maryse stood close to his head, my mom was standing next to her –her hand in her shoulder, a Silent Brother stood at the foot of the bed, Magnus and Robert at the other side of it. I pushed the blanket off my body and tried to sit up.

"Clary," I heard someone gasp. I turned my head to my right, Luke stood just a few feet away, as if he had just walked into the infirmary. I heard a couple of more gasps and in no time my mom stood at my side.

"Clary, how do you feel? Are you in pain? Do you need –"

"I can use some water ," my out was dry. Maryse poured water into a glass and gave it to me.

"Your leg," Magnus said as he took a look at it. "It's healing."

I have never seen something like it, the Silent Brother's voice echoed through my head, making me shudder.

Then an image burned in my head. A rune.

"Where's my stele?" I asked as I placed the cup down in the table beside the bed.

"Here," my mom handed it to me. "What do you need it for?"

"I need to do something." I drew an Iratze in my leg so it would heal faster.

"How is it healing?" Robert asked. "We have tried everything."

"The venom is out of my system, now it can heal." I said. I saw more than two how where about to ask something else but I spoke before they could. "My extra Angel blood," I said. "The angle blood fights off the venom until it's out of my system –my body. I explained this before, the day I was interrogated." I explained.

"You're saying there's nothing we can do for Alec then?" Maryse's voice was almost a whisper.

"Not exactly." Before they could question me I stood up from the bed.

"Clary, I don't think you should be moving around," Magnus said.

Bane is right, the Silent Brother agreed.

I stood next to Alec's bed. His skin was white as a sheet, just like his lips. There was a nasty cut in his chest and purple bruises in his body. I bit my lip and looked away.

"How long have I been out?" I asked.

"The attack was three days ago," Luke said.

"You woke up yesterday," mom said. "But passed out again."

"You were bad the first day –like Alec," Magnus hesitated, not wanting to differ due to Maryse's presence . He cleared his throat. "Yesterday, you had a fever. You were burning up. You were screaming and trashing around. It wasn't pretty. Then you woke up just to pass out again. This morning you started getting better."

Alexander is dying. We tried, but there's nothing we can do, the Silent Brother said.

"I need a dagger," I said.

"What? What do you need a dagger for?" mom questioned.

I looked around the room and noticed that Robert was wearing his weapons belt. I walked back to him and without a word I yanked the dagger, Robert gasped surprised; I walked back to Alec.

"C –Clary, what are you doing?" Maryse steeped closer to me.

"I am not going to hurt him," I said. Maryse looked at me, for the look in her eyes I knew she trusted me. She looked hopeful; she knew I was trying to help.

I grabbed the alcohol bottle from the table that was between the beds. I poured some in my hand, washing them with it along with the dagger. Then I brought up the dagger to my left hand and cut across my palm.

"Clary," my mom gasped. "What are you doing?"

I didn't bother to reply. There was no time to lose; Alec was dying and I had to save him. I brought my hand to Alec's wound, hovering over it. I fisted my hand, blood dropping from the cut to his wound. I grabbed the stele and began to draw the rune that was stuck in my head on his chest. Once I was done I drew the same on my arm.

"Alec is going to go through the same I went through, "I began to explain. "He'll be burning up with fever but afterwards he'll be okay. Once his fever starts going down draw an Iratze on him. He's too weak; the venom has sucked all his strength. He was dying. The runes," I pointed to our matching runes, "will help him through the process. I'm just giving him my strength. The rune won't face until it's done, don't worry about it."

"By the Angel, Clary, I have no words to thank you," Maryse said in tears. She hugged me tightly; then gently pulled away.

How long is the process, Clarissa? The Silent Brother asked.

"I'm not sure. Three days max, I hope," I started feeling the tiredness. I knew this was going to happen by doing the rune. Alec was going to be using all my strength and energy.

How do you know it will work?

"I just do," I said. My heard and my head told me it was going to work, I had no doubts.

"Are you okay?" Magnus asked. He gently pressed his hand in my back.

"Yes," I said weakly. "The runes, I'm probably gonna pass out in a minute. I'll be fine, don't worry about it," I quickly said as I saw their stoned faces. "Just take care of Alec –"

"What do you mean?" Luke spoke up.

"Like I said before, Alec is too weak right now –he wouldn't have survived the process if I hadn't drawn the runes. I'm just lending him my strength and energy –"I grabbed Magnus arm, Alec was sucking my strength. "This means I'll be weak and well, pass out. Take care of him…"

And everything went black.

J/SPOV

By this time, Alec should be in his last hours of life. The venom will hill him. And it won't be pretty. When Clary was bitten she went through a lot of pain. I was worried about her. She would scream day and night. Father didn't let me do anything. He said she was going to live due to her angel blood and that was enough. But hearing her screams made me feel guilty for not helping her more, even though father said the was nothing we could do.

The Lightwood boy, he will die. He doesn't have angel blood; the venom will kill him.

I returned my focus to the task on hand. My right hand held a pencil and my eyes scanned the drawing. I wasn't great at it, but I was trying to draw the girl that haunted me at night. But every time I tried to recall he face everything went blank. I drew her hair and down to her chest –she was faceless. I could not bring my head to remember her face.

The more I tried to remember her face, the more my head hurt. I sighed angrily and marked her face with a question mark.

Those dreams were so vivid –they felt real. It was like a memory; like I had been through that. But that was impossible. She was faceless and nameless. She's beautiful, that I know. I don't know how but I do. She's just a product of my imagination. I have never met her, I would remember.

I sighed in frustration and laid my head in the pillow. I stretched my limps and I suddenly felt tired…

. . .

"I said speak now," I repeated. The girl in front of me rolled her eyes and crossed her arms over her chest. Her blond hair rested in her shoulders. She looked about my age or a year older.

"Not until you put that knife away," she insisted. "I don't like to have knifes pointing at me when I'm talking."

"Fine," I scowled. I placed the knife in my pocket.

"I already told you my name, what else do you want to know?" she asked.

"How did you get here?"

"I followed father –" she stopped herself. "I mean Valentine."

"Father, he's my father." I said. "Why would you call him that."

"I thought –I thought he was my father too." She said in a small voice. "But I found out he's not just three days ago. I asked him and he said there was no need to hide the truth anymore. He said he is not my father. But he has taken care of me like one, he said. He told me my parents are dead."

"I –I'm sorry," I said.

"I read a book. Valentine's book. There I read that about me."

"What else did it say?" I asked curiously. I had seen the book before but I knew father would be angry and punish me for reading it. I had read some of it though, but not all. And I was punished.

"It said something about you, Jonathan," she said looking at me. "You're his son. But I was so confused. There was two Jonathans. One my age and one older. But I didn't read much about it I read about me. It said –"

"Are you an experiment?" I suddenly asked.

"What? Have you read it?"

"Some of it," I confessed. "I didn't read about you though. I read about the other boy. And I read we are experiments. The boy has blood of an angel. And I –I have blood of a demon –"

"Me too," she said, her eyes big. "I have both. Angel and demon blood."

. . .

"Blonde hair, golden eyes, pretty face," I said when I woke up. I repeated these words over and over. I tried to remember her. Have I met her before? I asked myself. Why can't I remember? An experiment, I thought. Father's book, I remember that. There he had written about Jace and me. There it said he has Angel blood and I have Demon blood. The girl, she said she had both.

She has demon and angel blood.

"I will not be his perfect experiment." She had said in other of my dreams. She was –the perfect experiment, if she exists, or once did. She had angle blood like Jace and Clary, and demon blood like me. She would have been perfect, what father wanted.

Jace was too good. I was too evil. But her, she would have been the perfect balance.

I still can't remember her. I don't remember meting her, ever.

I don't know if she's real or not.

And it's killing me.

For some reason I want her to be real. I want those dreams to be memories. In these dreams I was happy with her. I kissed her. I had feelings for her. I cared about her. I cried for her. Everything father said I couldn't do. Demons can't love he told me. But I loved her. I can feel it every time I wake up after a dream.

If I could only remember her face-her name, then I'd know she's real.

But every damn time I wake up from the dream I can't remember her face and it hurts my head to try to remember.

If she is real, father took her away from me. He took the only one I cared about from me. I was good. I cared about someone. I loved someone and he took her away from me.

I didn't realized I had stood up and my hands where on a fist until I punched the wall and my knuckles bleed.

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