The sixth day was hopeless.

"It`s never going to happen, is it?" Simon said finally as the four sat at opposite corners of the small room, as far away from each other as possible. Isabelle sat bolt upright at this, as she had been lying down.

"What do you mean?" She asked, looking just as upset and hopeless as the rest of them felt with her smudged makeup and puffy eyes.

"I mean," Simon explained, his voice taking on a sharp edge that Isabelle thought was a little unnecessary "Clary`s never going to wake up." The room was silent for a few uneasy moments until Alec spoke up, in a very quiet tone.

"But the doctors said-" He began in a small voice that held little confidence until Simon cut him off.

"The doctors are wrong." Simon said simply.

"You need to be positive Simon," Isabelle argued, but Simon held up his hand to stop her from continuing.

"Get real Isabelle," He began angrily "nothing`s going to get better."

"Then why don't you just go home?" She shouted at him and, for a split second he looked angry until he settled on a cold, expressionless look. "Fine." Was all he said as he got up and left. Isabelle crossed her arms and turned her attention to Jace, who was sitting on the floor and staring off into space.