Authors Note: Okay So I Know My updates for this story have been kinda faster but I just had to update this chapter! And I know you guys probably aren't really minding anyway lol but anyways here's the next chapter!

Disclaimer: I Do Not own the mortal instruments series!

Warning: There is a little bit of out of characterness with Jace but I guess that's to be expected considering he's trying to be there for clary and stuff but here you go!

She's sitting in that chair like she knows everything.

Is that smirk on her face supposed to be reassuring? Because it's not.

She's sitting in that chair like she knows what I'm thinking.

I know she's not. If she did, she would be mad. She would wish she didn't know whatI was thinking.

She's sitting in that chair like she's making me feel better.

But she's not. Not one reassuring thing has come from that tiny mouth of hers.

She's sitting in that chair like she's thinking of a way to help me.

But she's not. There is no way to help me.

She's sitting in that chair like she's not wasting her time.

But she is. She needs to leave.

Unless this woman has a time machine and can erase all of this, she cannot help me one bit.

Maybe she does have a time machine.

She sure looks like a scientist. Dr. Stevens has a big ugly white coat on, and her skirt is pulled up way too high. It's like she's using it as a bra.

There's a ketchup stain on her white button-up blouse, and she's trying to hide it with a big ugly broach that clashes with her green and brown plaid skirt, straight out of the 80s.

She must be from a different time if she thinks those shoes are still in style.

And her hair...you could hide a whole birds nest under that frizzy stuff.

"Can you tell me about yourself?" She asks with an annoying nasally whine.

Can you tell me about yourself? That's the oldest one in the book. As a therapist, you're not supposed to use that one. Ha. Can you tell me about yourself?

I think not.

No way would I tell this strange woman I barely know, one thing about myself. She wouldn't understand.

I haven't said a word the last twelve times she's been here, what makes her think I will now?

"Oh come on Deary, can't you say something?"

Oh come on deary, can't you say something? I can, but once again, I won't.

Come on Claryy, speak up.

Not you again.

Yes, it's me again, and I won't go away until you say something.

Well then, you better start decorating, because you're gonna be there forever.

I won't stop bugging you. You have to speak up. Speak, Clary, speak!

I'm not a dog, I don't sit on command, I don't roll over, or shake, I don't do what you say, and I never will, so leave me alone and quit treating me like an animal!

She's sitting in that chair like she's gonna get something out of me.

But she's not.I won't say anything. Never. Not ever.

She's sitting in that chair like she's not gonna leave.

But she will. She always does, every time.

"There's no use. You should just leave like you always do." I tell her, finally saying something.

"Oh that's a greatstart!"

Oh that's a great start! Come on lady, it's a horrible start. It's not even a start. It's not an end. It's not middle. It's nothing. And you know it.

I remain silent, and just like I predicted, she leaves.

She always does. It's a good thing though. I don't want her here. I want my privacy, and I will get it.

So much for that, here comes the doctor.

Maybe they'll take me to a brain surgeon and just pry my secret from my brain.

He doesn't say a word. He just takes off all these straps, grabs my sore arm, unwraps the bandage, and cleans my shoulder wound.

"Looks like the infection's gone. You get to go home today." He doesn't sound very enthused.

Not that he would be. He doesn't get to go home.

"Not without my brother." I tell him.

He looks at me strangely, and licks his lips. His mouth just hangs open for a minute, before he says anything.

"Did nobody tell you? He woke up this morning."

I sit up so fast that I get a headache. I put my hand on the back of my head, and say,

"WHAT? Why did nobody tell me? Can I go see him?" I start to get off the bed, but he stops me.

"Whoa, slow down there Speedy Gonzales, we have to finish here first."

He finishes cleaning my shoulder and says,

"That's about the most I've heard you say the entire time you've been here."

I just nod my head as if to say, Well, yeah, I think any normal human being would be excited if somebody they loved woke up from a coma.

"You and your brother...you're pretty close?"

"Really close." I answer. It wasn't one hundred percent true, but it would be, once I got a chance to talk to Jonathan.

"I wish it was like that for me."

"It can be. You just have to try." I tell him, sounding just like the crazy therapist I hate so much.

He smiles at me and tosses the bandage into the garbage can. He puts a band aid with smiley faces on it over my almost completely healed wound, and smiles at me.

"Smile? Get it?"

I let out a little laugh and look at him, waiting. He grabs my arm and helps me out of the bed. I never realized it would be this hard to stand.

Well duh, you were in a hospital bed for over a month.

So what! Who cares! Shut up!

Real mature!.

You're the immature one...uhh...

Clary...?

That's my name!.

I am you, so it's my name too.

It is not! Only crazy people talk to themselves!

And you're a crazy person, see how that works out?

Shut up! Seriously! I am so close to pulling my brains out, you do not even know.

The only halfway nice doctor I'd dealt with so far helped me to the door, but I stopped.

"I want to do it myself."

He looks unsure, but says,

"Ok...He's in room 419. Just yell if you need help."

I nod and he leaves the room, to go be nice, and put smiley face bandages on other people's wounds like the good person he is.

Before I could do it, I took a breath. In...out...ok, lets go.

I moved my stiff legs and slowly, while using the wall as support, and I got to the hallway his room was in.

I could see the sign next to the door.

419

This is it.

He's in there. They're all in there.

I can't do it. I can barely even stand anymore. My knees are going weak. I'm about to collapse.

Something grabs my arm and chills shoot up my spine, spreading throughout all of my extremities.

This tingling feeling told me exactly who was holding my arm.

"Now where on earth are you going?" He asked with a smile I knew he was forcing. There was no way he could smile at a person like me.

"419."

"Okay." He said simply, before helping me down the hallway, like that was what he'd been planning all along.

I pushed his hand away and took another step. But I stopped again.

He reached for my hand, and said,

"You can do this. I know you can."

"I can't Jace. I know I can't."

"Clary...you may not believe in yourself, but I sure as hell do, and whether you can or not, you are going in there."

He does not even realize how much I wanna kiss the life out of him right now. It may seem strange, at this particular moment, but the only thing keeping me off of him was the stiffness and pain I was feeling. I have never had this feeling, on the inside, before.

"I have to do it...I'm scared, Jace."

I reached out for his arm and squeezed it. He took my hand off of his arm and held it in his own. He smiled at me, and squeezed it.

"Don't be. There's nothing scary about it. It'll be just like before. He's in there and he wants to see you."

"How can you be so sure?" I asked, squeezing his hand back.

"I just am. If you're scared, just close your eyes."

"Ok..." I took a deep breath and let it out before closing my eyes.

Jace grabbed a hold of my shoulders and steered me down the hallway.

He stopped and I could hear a voice.

"Clary?"

I opened my eyes and the anxiety went away.

"Jonathan"

The first thing I saw was not Jonathan though.

It was Izzy.

She's sitting in the corner holding Sebastian's hand. She's sitting in that chair like she doesn't care.

But she does. I know she does. She Has to.

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