Clary's sickness Chapter 11: Eyes of a child, a mortal instruments fanfic

Story Name: Clary's sickness

Summary: Clary is staying at the institute. Whilst Jace is away for a few days, she falls down sick. Is it the simple flu like she thinks or is there something bigger going on? When Jace arrives home, will he figure it out or will it be too late?

Disclaimer: I do not own The Mortal Instruments or its characters. I just own the plot of this story.

My first try at writing the Mortal Instruments :) I'll definitely need a lot of practice before it will be good, but heres a short story for now.

Clary opened her eyes softly. Jace was the first thing she saw. He was curled facing her, his light hair a tangled mess due to him sleeping on it all night. Despite the hospital's strict rules, he was on Clary's hospital bed with her, his fingers laced in hers and his legs secured safely around her as if he was afraid she was going to disappear.

She grinned softly at the sight of him. He always looked so innocent when he was sleeping.

She reached over with a shaking hand and poked his nose gently. "Wakey, wakey." She murmured. She sounded awful. Her voice was rough and low, but she knew that was from the thin tube wedged down her throat.

Jace grumbled at the feeling of her finger on his nose and reached up to swat it away.

"Hey!" Clary yelled jokingly, poking him quite hard in the stomach under he rolled nearer to her and reached up to kiss her hand. Eyes still closed, he found her lips and pressed a soft kiss to them. "Morning beautiful."

"You can't declare I'm beautiful if you haven't even opened your eyes yet, silly." Clary defended, kissing Jace back.

In response, Jace opened his eyes and stared up at Clary with swirling pools of gold. "You're always beautiful."

She blushed softly and ruffled his hair in a way to say thank you.

Unfortunately, peace was shattered when a doctor came in and chucked Jace off the bed. "I hope you slept well, Clarissa." The young doctor said. He was probably in his late 20's, dark blond hair and blazing green eyes.

"Yes, thank you." Clary said to him, trying not to pay attention to the fact he was observing her medically just by looking and talking to her.

He nodded, the conversation clearly over, and moved around the room to check her tubes and machines. "Everything seems to be looking fine now that you've had surgery. Your organs are recovering nicely, and your stomach is responding well to the tubes and the stitches. You should be able to go home in a few days, perhaps a week, but you will be on strict rest for a few months."

Clary nodded at him at nearly every word he said, not having a clue what he was going on about when he started mentioning medical terms. All she knew was that she was getting better and that when she left the hospital, she would need to rest. A lot.

Jace, now stuck on an uncomfortable, leather hospital chair, frowned lightly and rolled his eyes at Clary. "I'll take care of her, doc."

The doctor, evidently showing he had heard about Jace's 'kidnap escape', stared at him for a few moments with narrowed eyes. "I'm sure you will, sir."

When the doctor had left, both Clary and Jace burst out laughing and he climbed back onto the bed with her.

"Mundanes are douches." Jace said jokingly, but there was a bit of bitterness in his tone that didn't go unnoticed.

Clary punched him teasingly in the arm. "Hey, you, be nice. I wouldn't be here if it wasn't for them." She meant it lightly, but Jace suddenly wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close.

He pressed his lips into her shoulder and reached up to gently run his hand through her hair. "I know." He started in a small voice. "I thought I was going to lose you."

"You didn't." She whispered back to him reassuringly. In a comforting gesture, she wrapped her hands in his hair, not failing to notice the darkened bits of brown mixed in with the gold. "You've been stressing a lot…" She murmured, pulling at a thick strand of brown hair. "Oh, baby."

Jace swallowed, uncomfortable with the topic. "I…uh…yeah. It's alright though. I'm okay."

"It's not okay." Clary remarked. "You were dehydrated. Jace, you need to take care of yourself too, not just other people."

"You're all I care about." He murmured to her, his voice suddenly shaky.

Clary sighed as she didn't know how to respond. Jace was such a strong character, so arrogant sometimes and the leader of everything, but there was a side he showed her that brought all his brave walls tumbling down. Sometimes he was weak, hurt and broken. Sometimes, the brave Jace needed a shoulder to cry on and a hand to hold. Jace could be caring, and loving, and so much more than the front he put up.

They lay together on the bed curled in each other's arms until the door to Clary's room burst open.

The bland, colorless room was suddenly filled with a burst of sparkle and color as the one and only Magnus Bane, High Warlock of Brooklyn, ran into the room with a huge bouquet of flowers. He was wearing multicolored pants with silver sparkles all over them and a bright blue sparkly waistcoat and white t-shirt. "Hello!" He said to the both of them happily. "Sorry I took so long!"

Clary stared at him in mild confusion. The sudden burst of color was making her feel a bit shaky and sick. "Um…long? What do you mean?"

"Well," Magnus said, dumping the huge flowers in Jace's arm's and then running to jump on Clary's bed. "I did come here to drop you off after your lovely boyfriend dangered you, but I didn't have the time to stop by and make you feel more comfortable. So I brought these as a present to kind of say I'm sorry for not being a good best friend to you."

Magnus's bounce on the bed was a little bit too enthusiastic and Clary winced in pain as the tubes tugged and caused searing pain through her stomach.

Jace, suddenly protective, made a sound at Magnus that sounded like a growl. "Watch it!" He screamed, looking as if he was going to punch Magnus straight in the eye. "She has tubes you know, and stitches. She's in pain."

Magnus chewed his lips, his eyes abruptly growing wide and sad. He looked like a small child who had been caught doing something wrong. "I'm sorry." He whispered, swallowing hard and looking down at the floor. "I just wanted to make sure Clary was okay."

"I'm fine," Clary reassured him softly, placing a small hand on his arm. "You don't have to apologize. Jace is just worried."

Magnus nodded and Clary's heart ached for him. He looked so small and vulnerable in that moment that she felt bad. She shot Jace a small glare and he shrugged helplessly.

Magnus stayed until the hospital staff kicked him out as visiting hours were over. The only reason they let Jace stay is because he would've put up a fight and caused a disruption to the ward. They didn't want the hassle.

"Goodbye Clary." Magnus said, pulling her into a much gentler hug than the bed incident. He smiled at her, and she smiled back, waving to him hesitantly from Jace' safe arms.

Once at the door, he turned around and looked over at Jace. He seemed to be debating something. Finally, he spoke. "Don't worry about finding a way to pay me back. I'll let you off…this time. My service was for free, for Clary."

Jace was surprised. His arms tightened around Clary and he let out a breath of air. "Thank you, Magnus, thank you."

"Anytime." Magnus whispered as he left the room and closed the door behind him.

Clary couldn't help but feel he'd taken all the happiness and hope out of the room when he left.

Aw, Magnus is so stinking cute :)

I feel like he's misunderstood for some reason :) I just feel like he's a big child :') It's cute. Hehe.

Please review :) who knows how long this story will go!