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Chapter 38
*DISCLAIMER*
I own nothing, all rights to Cassandra Clare.
*ISABELLE'S P.O.V.*
"She's in the ICU, we're lucky we're allowed to visit her. She lost a lot of blood so she's unconscious." Zavier tells Simon and me, as he leads us through the unfamiliar halls of the hospital. I'm so worried about Sam and they baby, I can't lose Sam and I can't lose another baby, it would kill me.
"What's happened to her father?" Simon asks.
"The silent brothers were informed by a shadowhunter who helped me get Sam out of the house. They're taking him in for questioning and he'll probably be held in the gard until they decide what to do with him. If... Sam... and the baby...die... Then he'll probably get life imprisonment, but if not, he'll probably be stripped of his marks." Zavier says. I can't believe that man would do that to his own daughter, drunk or not. I could never let anything happen to Lily, no matter what, even if she got pregnant at sixteen and gave the baby up for adoption, I would be right there holding her hand, helping her through it all, like any parent should.
Zavier leads us down a small corridor and into a sterile white ward. The air smells musty and the rubbing alcohol we are told to use, before entry, doesn't help the smell.
A nurse with black hair and kind eyes leads us to a cubical closed off by a curtain.
Zavier opens the curtain slightly, just enough for us to fit past it. When I get into the small space, I get the same, horrible feeling I had, when I saw Clary after her demon attack, two years ago.
Sam is lying perfectly still in a hospital bed, dressed in a white hospital gown. Her chestnut brown hair lies in a braid, on her left shoulder. Her eyes are closed. She has a nasal canula in her nose.
"Can't she breathe?" I ask, looking at Zavier.
"It's just to be safe, since she's unconscious." Zavier says, taking a seat beside his girlfriend's bed.
I sit on Sam's other side, not knowing exactly what to do.
"What did the doctors say?" I ask.
"Not much, they need to take a closer look at the wound; she's definitely going to need stitches, maybe surgery. She's going to be pretty weak for a while, they don't know if she'll be recovered by the time the baby's due, we'll just have to see. She won't be going back to school for the rest of the year, and neither will I, so we're probably going to end up repeating." He says, disappointment clear in his voice. I know next year is their last year of school, and they were so looking forward to graduating so they could get jobs and spend their free time, with Simon, the baby and I.
"I'm sorry man; can't you explain your situation to the Clave?" Simon asks.
Zavier shakes his head and says
"We won't understand half of the things going on next year, without completing this year, and we won't get jobs without completing all years." Maybe if I say something to mom and Alec, they could help them, since they do have good positions on the Clave.
"What about the baby?" I quietly ask.
"They did an ultrasound first thing, when she came in here, and from that she seemed okay, but they're going to do a 3D ultrasound in a while, to be sure. They think the baby moved, just before Sam got stabbed, so she wasn't hurt." Zavier says. At least I know my baby is okay.
"At least there's that."I quietly say. Zavier nods, as he presses his cheek to Sam's swollen belly. The poor boy is obviously heartbroken.
"Zavier, is there anyone you want us to contact? Your parents? Your friends?" I gently ask. He shakes his head.
"No, my parents are in Idris, and most of our friends stay at school." He says.
"Well, we're always here for you." Simon gently says. Zavier smiles softly and says
"Thanks Simon, that means a lot to me."
"Sam will pull through this, she's strong." Simon says.
"I really hope so, I know this sounds stupid but she's my everything, I know I'm really young to be saying this, but I know I love Sam, I know she's the girl I want to marry and have a family with, the girl I want to grow old with." He says. Sometimes people just know when they've found the one, no matter their age.
"Zavier that's not stupid, sometimes you just know when you've found the one, regardless of age. Simon and I met at sixteen and it took me a while to realise how in love with him I am, but ever since then I knew he's the one. We had Lily when we were sixteen." I tell him.
"Really?" Zavier asks.
"Yeah, Lily's only four, and we're only twenty." Simon says.
"Oh, you seem older, in a good way of course!" Zavier says. Simon and I are both fairly tall for our age, so we often are mistaken for more than twenty.
Before we can say anything else, the same dark haired nurse walks in, with another behind her, with an ultrasound screen on a portable tray.
"Hello Xavier, are these your friends?" The dark haired nurse asks, gently placing a hand on Zavier's back.
"They're the baby's adoptive parents." He says.
"Oh alright then. Well we're just going to perform the 3D ultrasound now, to ensure the baby is really okay." She says.
"Okay." Zavier quietly says. The other nurse leaves and the dark haired nurse begins the ultrasound. I've never had a 3D ultrasound, nor saw one before, so when the clear picture of my little girl, appears on screen, it is without a doubt one of the most amazing things I have ever seen.
"Oh my god Simon." I whisper, grabbing his hand, as tears well up in my eyes. I can see everything about the baby, and she is perfect, as perfect as Lily.
"I know Iz, that's our baby." He quietly says.
"Well our first guess was right, the baby is fine, she must have moved when Samantha was stabbed, that's why she wasn't harmed. I'm also going to have a look at Samantha's wound again, if I think there's been any damage to any system, I will do an ultrasound on that area, to see if there is damage, alright?" The nurse asks, after finishing the ultrasound.
"Yeah, that's fine, but can you print out some pictures of the scan please?" Zavier asks.
"Of course, I'll do that afterward." The nurse says. Zavier simply nods.
*10 minutes later*
"Well, the wound is quiet severe, I don't think it's done any damage to any organs and there's no internal bleeding, but that is as of yet. She'll certainly need a number of stitches and to take it easy. We'll stitch the wound up now and put a dressing on it as well. She should wake up soon, but we're going to keep her in here for a while. She's been through a lot." The nurse says. At least Sam and the baby are okay for now.
*CLARY'S P.O.V.*
I yawn as I do up the straps on Charlie's diaper. She and Max are nearly 3 months old and they're getting so big. I love them so much, nothing is better to me than being a mom to Jack, Lucy and the twins.
I'm still recovering from my hysterectomy, but I should be back to normal soon.
"I really hate your brother." Jace says, walking into the nursery. He and John never stop arguing and it's beginning to really annoy me. Jace never stops giving out about John; I'm really tired of hearing him talk badly about my brother.
"Why? What did he do now?" I ask, putting Charlie in her basket beside Max, and sitting in the rocking chair, beside the basket.
"He got pissed off because I was talking with Maia about how easy it was for you and I to conceive the kids, and how it's awful that it's so hard for Jem and Tessa to conceive." Jace says. I know exactly why that is. John and I very close, and he tells me a lot. A few weeks ago he told me Maia had a pregnancy scare, which made him realise how desperately he wants a baby, but he doesn't want to pressure Maia into anything, and doesn't want to have a child out of wedlock, not that he believes there's anything wrong with that, he would just prefer to be married. He's clearly jealous that Jace and I didn't really have to discuss anything, we just agreed one day to start trying for Lucy, and then Jack and the twins were surprises.
"He's jealous." I calmly say.
"Of what? He and Maia are as equally in love as you and I, they have their own beautiful place, he has a great relationship with your parents, and you and Abbey and Alli, and he's got a best friend in Simon, what could he be jealous of?" Jace asks.
"The babies." I say. Even though Jack is four and Lucy is almost three, I still refer to them as babies, because they're my babies, and they always will be, even when they're all grown up.
"What do you mean?" Jace asks, wrinkling his nose up in confusion. I love when he does that, Max pulls the exact same face all the time and it's a glimpse of what Jace was like as a baby.
"Well, he wants a baby, but he doesn't want to pressure Maia into anything, so he's waiting for her to say it to him. He's jealous that we didn't really have to discuss trying, we just mutually agreed to, with Lucy, and Jack and the twins were surprises."I explain.
"Still, there was no need to get pissed off at me." Jace says.
"Define 'Pissed off with you'." I say.
"Well, I told Maia how it was for us, having the kids, and John gave me this look... and said 'Stop talking about my sister and knocking her up, Herondale.'" Jace says.
"What way did he say it? What was his tone?"I ask. Jace shrugs his shoulders and says
"Slightly annoyed, I guess."
"Slightly annoyed isn't the same as pissed off." I say.
"Still, he's such a dick, I hate him." He says, upsetting me.
"Jace, please stop."I quietly say.
"I'm sorry Clary, but he really is an asshole, always with that smirk on his face, I wish I could slap it off."He says. I've had it.
"Jace! Don't you ever take other people into consideration? John was abused all his life; he was injected with demon blood for eighteen years, for goodness sake! He's broken, just like you are, and it's taking him a little longer to put himself back together, than it took you. But that's no reason to talk about him the way you do. I'm sick of it!"I say, trying not to shout.
"I'm sorry Clary but I'll never get along with that bastard_" Before he can continue I get up and walk out the nursery and into our room, where I grab my jacket, phone and shoes.
"Where are you going?" Jace asks from the doorway.
"My parents' house, I'm staying there tonight." I say as calmly as I can.
"Well, when will you be back?" Jace asks.
"Tomorrow probably, but I don't know if I'll be back for good. I don't think I can forgive you for this Jace. We'll talk tomorrow." I say, and with that I walk out.
I hope you enjoyed. Please vote on the poll, it's important that you do, like I said, the baby will be born soon.
This story is almost done, just to let you know. I really hope you enjoyed, please review and vote on the poll (on the top of my profile)
Oh and please check out my new story 'Raising Jace', in which Celine dies after giving birth to Jace and asks Tessa to adopt him and raise him.