Hi! Sorry for not updating yesterday my internet wasn't working. I don't know if I'm going to be updating again today but I most likely am.
Onto this incredibly boring story! (I don't know why you guys even bother reading this)
Jace's POV...
I'm sitting in the very uncomfortable hospital chair waiting for the announcement on Clary's condition. My elbows are placed on my knee's and my head is hanging like it weighs a ton. This position will undoubtedly screw up my neck.
I hear the doors swing open and my head instantly shoots up. A nurse with blonde hair in a tight bun walks out and gives me a sympathetic smile. "I'm sorry but the surgery is still forgoing," She says in a sugary sweet voice.
I just nod in return and go back to my uncomfortable position. They have been working on her for five hours now. If they aren't done with her soon then the outcome won't be good. I swear on my life, that if Clary doesn't make it, the first thing I'll do is march in and kill Valentine with my bare hands. He is no longer my father, not after all of the torture he's out Clary through.
After another thirty minutes of contemplating Valentine's death, the doctor finally comes through the door. My throat goes dry as I wait for the announcement. The doctor is looking at me sympathetically and I know the answer. She's gone. Clary's dead. The only person that I know I actually loved is dead.
My knee's go weak and if it wasn't for the chair, then I would probably be on the floor. I feel the tears stinging my eyes and I'm about to snap.
"The surgery went well but the outcome was not as expected," the doctor says quietly.
"Can I see her...her body?" I choke out.
"Son, she's not dead but she's in a coma, and in a very unstable condition." (Did I scare you guys about the whole being dead part?)
I feel a burst of joy rush through me. She's not dead. Clary is alive! "Can I please see her?" I ask in one breath.
"I don-"
"I don't think you understand. I'm going to see her even if I don't have your okay. Got it?" I growl. Nobody is going to stop me from seeing her.
"I can't allow that," the doctor says firmly, but I can see a small sliver of fear in his eyes. And I plan to use that fear to my advantage.
I stalk up to him with a new found anger coursing through my blood. I only stop when my nose is about two inches away from his. The doctor is a short man so I am a couple inches taller than him which makes me look more menacing. "Your going to show me where her room is and then you are going to carry on with what ever you do," I say barely about a whisper but the anger and confidence is clear in my voice.
He gives me a shaky nod and starts towards where I'm guessing her room is. We stop at door one-hundred-twenty-seven and he opens the door. I peer inside and my heart deflates.
She is surrounded by machines that beep and and control everything that she can't. She has a heart monitor that's reading her heart beat as three times slower than the normal persons. I finally take in her face. Her cheeks are hollow and I can't see those beautiful green eyes of hers. Her hair that was once silky and vibrant now looks frizzy and dull. her skin doesn't have the glow that it did before. Everything just seems...dead, if it wasn't for the heart monitor beeping than I would think she was actually dead. Her appearance is breaking my heart but I need to be strong.
I take tentative steps into the room and place myself in the chair next to her bed. I take her hand in mine and place my lips gently against her knuckles. I rest my head on the stiff hospital bed and begin to mumble about how much I miss her, how much I want her here with me, how much I love her. I stay there for the rest of the day rotating between telling her pointless stories and just being silent, but the whole time I hold her cold, dainty hand. It's truly amazing how perfect they fit together.
The doctor doesn't return but every now and then a nurse will come in and check on her condition. After about the third hour her heart rate finally returned to normal, but other than that nothing has changed.
I slept int the hospital that night. The nurse's were kind enough to bring in a makeshift bed for me to sleep on. It wasn't comfortable at all. It's like the foam was replaced with rocks but I didn't really care, as long as I was near Clary.
The next day was exactly the same. No improvement, but I stayed there anyway. I would whisper sweet nothings to her and occasionally kiss her forehead or knuckles. The one thing I would never let go of even when the nurse's came into to replace the IV fluid bag, was her hand. I held it all day and would fall asleep holding it. I will not let her go.
This continued on for the rest of the week.
The doctor and nurses kept coming in and telling my to go back to my room and sleep, but I would never comply. My hair was a wreck and I probably had bags under my eyes, not to mention my back was as hard as the mattress I sleep on. But I didn't care about all of those things. There was no way in hell I was leaving her alone again.
After eleven days and three hours of a silent, unconscious Clary, and sleeping on that dreaded mattress, the doctor decided it would be good to tell me that Valentine was to visit her. My resolve broke. I ordered the doctor to not let that bastard into this room, which he denied, and after that he left the room with a bruise beginning to show on his jaw.
Not even five minutes later Valentine walks through the door. I instantly shoot out of the chair and block as much of his sight of Clary as possible. He looks at me impassively. "You look absolutely horrible Jonathan," he says nonchalantly.
"Get out," I growl.
"That is no way to speak to your Father," even his voice is as cold as him.
"Your not my Father. Not anymore. You lost that right as soon as you laid a hand on Clary," I say bitterly.
He gives me a cruel smile and replies in an almost calm manner, "I think your forgetting that I wasn't the only one to, as you put it, 'layer a hand on her'."
"Your right, but I have made up for my mistakes, where as you? You keep making them."
"You honestly think that I would apologize for reaching my goals? I knew you weren't a genius but I never took you as stupid. My mistake," he snarls the last part.
"What are you doing here?" I ignore his attempt to get a rise out of me.
He gives me a sadistic grin, "I have simply come to check on my creation. Though by the looks of it she isn't doing to well, is she?"
This reminds me of who exactly is responsible for her condition. Before I know it, my fist has connected with his jaw, sending my stumbling backwards. He looks up at me shocked that I hit him. But, I don't stop there. I keep punching and punching, taking out my anger on him. He gets in a couple good hits but the when I'm angry nothing can stop me. And I'm beyond angry, I'm livid. I see red as I beat him to a pulp.
The doctor must have heard the commotion because I'm being ripped off of a bruised and bloody Valentine. I try to fight against them but my adrenaline has run out.
A guard tries to help Valentine up but he quickly brushes him away as if he were trash. He stands up and takes a wobbly step before looking to the wall for balance. His heavy breaths are the only noise that fills the room. His right and slowly makes it's was to his mouth where he wipes off the blood that's trickling out. He looks at me with untamed anger in his eyes and actually smiles. His teeth are bloody but his smile doesn't falter.
"Your precious little Clary," he says her name with such venom it sends a chill down my spine, "will pay for your actions." He then directs his voice at the guards restraining me, "get rid of him. I don't care where or how, just make sure he's dead within the hour."
The guards start to lead me out of the room. I trash and kick but their grip doesn't loosen. We fully exit the room leaving Valentine alone with Clary. There's no telling what he is going to do to her.
I try to escape the whole time that we are exiting the hospital but to no avail. We are half way down the hallway when an idea pops into my brain. I let my body go limp in the guars arms and and hold my breath.
They can't hold the unsuspected weight I just place upon them so they drop me. Within a second I'm back on my feet. I sweep the legs out from under one of the guards while the other one charges at me with his hand out stretched holding a dagger. I grab his wrist and give a strong twist. Something snaps and he lets out a scram of pain. The dagger droops rout of his hand and I quickly snatch it up and deliver the death blow to his neck. The other guard just now recovered and is back on his feet. He comes at me but that was only his first mistake. His feet are spread to far apart making it easy for me to knock him over. Next I grab his hair and slam is head into the stone floor. While he's dazed from the hit, I slash my knife across his throat. The blood splatters across my face.
The guards lets out a choking sound but that soon dissipates into silence. I rise off of the floor and wipe the blood off my face. I start running towards the hospital with the knife in hand.
It's time that Valentine dies. Nothing is going to stop me this time.
I hope you liked it! I didn't have time to edit it so please forgive any mistakes.
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