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"How did she die?" Magnus asked after an uncomfortably long pause.
"She...she got knocked out by Lilith and didn't wake up," Isabelle sadly answered.
Jace ran a hand through his tawny hair. Clary couldn't die. Not like this. Not when she was only sixteen. Clary Fairchild deserved to die as an old woman, nice and warm against him as she went to sleep.
"Jace, I'm so sorry," Magnus whispered. "We can't save her anymore. Not with Acacia dead."
"There has to be a way Magnus-" Isabelle began.
Magnus put a hand up to stop her midsentence. "I don't have Acacia's magic."
Jace shook his head and slowly knelt down by Clary's side. He stroked her curly hair the same way he usually did when they were alone with each other and not making out. He felt tears begin to appear in his eyes and put his face down into the mattress.
"We'll leave you for some time alone," Magnus proclaimed. "Isabelle?"
Jace heard him walk to the door and whisper something to Isabelle before they both left, allowing him to stay and grieve.
Clary. His Clary.
He had left her once and had regretted it everyday since. Thinking about it now, it was probably the worst thing he had ever done and ever would do. Chances were that if he never left Clary, all of this could be prevented. Clary wouldn't be on the brink of death and instead be lively next to him. It was a strange thing to think about now, but Jocelyn was most likely going to destroy him.
He honestly hoped that she would, because then, he would at least be with her daughter again.
"Hey, Clary. I don't know if you can hear me, but I'm going to let this out anyways. There are so many things I want to tell you. So many things I...I never got the chance to say to you, and now..." he strayed off as the tears began flowing. He took her limp hand and entwined it in his. "For starters," he began, "I'm sorry. I'm sorry for not telling you how I truly felt about you on your birthday. You know, in the greenhouse? I'm sure you know what I mean." He hesitated. "I'm sorry for not spending enough time with you; especially lately. I'm sorry for being weak, and for not being able to protect you tonight. By the Angel, I'm sorry for not being able to save you like you saved me. I want to bring you back, Clary. You were the only thing in my life worth living for and I let you slip right through my fingers. I'm so lost without you right now. I would give up my entire life to have you back again. I don't deserve this; being able to live and breathe and go on living everyday. This should be you in my place, Clary Fairchild. Here with your paintbrush and your sketchbook and your wonderful mind that colours this world. You coloured my world. And now it's gray and dull just like it was before we met. I miss you already, Clary. And I always will. I'll miss the things you say and the way you laugh, the warmth of your body against mine as we fall asleep. I'll miss all that red hair tumbling from your beautiful face. But most of all, I'll miss how you make me feel. I will always love you, Clary.
Always."

Magnus soon left Isabelle to go talk to Alec. She was about to go back to her room when she bent over and cried out in pain. She knelt down on the hardwood floor and checked her parabatai mark.
It was more silver than before.
Realizing that Clary was almost gone, Isabelle walked back to the medical wing. She had to say goodbye.
She burst open the Infirmary doors and walked towards her adopted brother. She was taken aback when she saw how sad he was. Jace was never without a smirk, but now he was the complete opposite. Then again, he was mourning his significant other.
"Jace..." she whispered.
"She can't be dead, Izzy."
"If it's any consolation, she isn't yet. My rune still has some black."
Jace shook his head. "It doesn't help. What would help is Acacia."
"Who just so happens to be standing right behind you, BTW. Which means 'by the way' just in case you didn't know," said a voice from the entrance.
Isabelle and Jace whipped their heads around and found the young warlock standing just a few feet behind them; her arms crossed against her chest.
They were speechless.
"What, no 'By the Angel!' or even a 'holy crap'?"
"How...you were dead!" Isabelle stated.
"And now I'm not! It takes more than a concussion to kill a necromancer, Lightwood. And yes, I can bring Clary back."
"How did you-"
"Mind reader," Jace replied, wiping some tears from his face. "What took you so long?"
"Central Park isn't just around the corner, Jace. Do you want my help or not?"
"Yes!" Jace and Isabelle shouted in unison.
"Alright, then get out! No one here needs to see how I do this."
Isabelle was about to protest when Jace put a hand over her mouth.
"Call me when you're done," he said.
"Will do. Now leave."
He and Isabelle quickly left the room.

Acacia turned to face the unconscious Shadowhunter. Her red hair reminded Acacia of a certain Branwell...
She walked to the bed and stood over it. Yes, Clary was about to die. If Acacia did even one little thing wrong, Clary was a goner.
Well, that didn't add any pressure.
She pressed her fingertips against Clary's wrist until they turned white. She concentrated and held on before moving to Clary's neck. She put two fingers on both sides where one would normally check for a pulse and repeated the action. Finally, she folded her hands and put them on Clary's chest, right by her heart and lungs.
Acacia closed her eyes and concentrated as hard as possible, letting her power flow through her. She felt a bit of her own life force enter Clary's body and after a few more minutes, she let go and panted.
She waited.
And waited.
She thought back to the process. No, nothing had been done wrong. Wrists, neck, chest, patience. Nothing was wrong.
But then why wasn't Clary waking up?

"Stop pacing! You're making me nervous and are creating a draft," Isabelle complained.
"Oh, I'm sorry. It's not like my girlfriend is on the edge of death!" Jace yelled.
"Easy! Acacia knows what she's doing, I'm sure Clary will be fine."
"I wish that I could believe you 100%, Izzy."
She rubbed his arm to comfort him. "You should."

Acacia flinched when she heard a gasp of breath behind her. She abruptly turned around and found Clary sitting up in the bed, panting for breath.
"And the streak continues!" Acacia stated.
"You mean there was a chance it wouldn't?" Clary asked.
The warlock girl shrugged. "What matters is that I did it, okay?"
"Jace. I-I need Jace," Clary begged as if remembering who she was.
"Okay, I'll get your boyfriend. Be back."
Acacia exited the room and found Jace pacing across the floor.
"Chill out, Herondale," she complained.
"How is she?"
"Oh, I'm fine too, thanks for your concern. Why don't you see her for yourself?"
She stepped out of the way and let Jace pass her and go inside.

Clary almost made him fall over when he went inside. She wrapped her arms tightly around him and appeared to not want to let go.
He slowly wrapped his arms around her and patted down her hair.
"Jace," she whispered over and over. "You're here."
"And so are you."
She backed away from him and stared at him intensely with her emerald eyes before slapping him.
He put a hand up to his cheek. "Okay, I deserved that."
"What the heck, Jace? How could you do that to me?"
"I'm sorry, Clary. I never wanted to do it, I just wanted to protect you."
"Can you do me a favour?" she asked.
"Of course. Anything you need, angel."
She kissed him passionately.
"Never protect me ever again," she demanded when she pulled away.
He kissed her back. It only lasted for a few seconds. "Done," he promised.

I know, I know, I'm an asshole for making everyone believe Acacia was dead...sorry?