This is the final chapter! I've really enjoyed doing this again, thank you so much to everyone who sent me in songs, even if I wasn't able to write them because someone managed to get in sooner! I still appreciate everyone thinking of me, and all your reviews, so...Thank you! Anyway, on with the last chapter.

Z : Zombie - Cranberries
Requested by reemarie36

It's the same old thing since 1916
In your head, in your head
They're still fighting
With their tanks and their bombs
And their bombs and their guns
In your head, in your head they are dying

In your head
In your head
Zombie, zombie, zombie, ei, ei
What's in your head?
In your head
Zombie, zombie, zombie ei, ei, ei

Every morning that Clarissa Herondale woke up, there was a heavy feeling in the pit of her stomach. Some mornings she woke up and there were shouts outside her cabin and she could hear people moving around, training or letting off steam by throwing around a football. Some mornings she woke up to the sound of the siren going off, alerting them all to incoming hostiles. Some mornings she woke up to silence and that made her the most nervous.

Some mornings she woke up to the thrashing of limbs of the person who was sharing her bed.

Jace Herondale.

Clary had become an army medic when she was twenty years old. It was young, especially for a female, but Clary's father had been in the army until he had been killed, and her brother was currently serving as a Ranger. Her mother hadn't been happy with her choice, but she hadn't been surprised by it at all. It was now four years later, and even though she had seen things that sometimes kept her up at night, she knew that she wasn't going to be leaving any time soon.

"We've got three incoming," Isabelle's words were brusque as she came into the medic bay. Simon Lewis had been taking his break when she walked in, but as soon as she spoke, he jerked up in her seat. Clary looked up from where she was checking on a wound on Maia Roberts side. She had been grazed by shrapnel from an IED two weeks ago.

She had been lucky.

The driver of the vehicle she was in, Jordan Kyle, had swerved the car as soon as he had sensed something was wrong, and he had taken the brunt of the impact. The medics at their site at stabilized him as best as they could and then he had been flown out of the site by helicopter, heading toward a proper hospital. They'd gotten word the next day to say that he was going to be okay, but he had a long recovery in front of him, and Maia had so been lucky.

She had been told to take a few days off, especially since she and Jordan had been serving together for a few years now and having him in critical condition and taken away was a shock to her, but she was going to be fine. So when Isabelle came into the room with her eyes wide in worry, she quickly got off the seat and looked toward the door. There were some shouts and the sound of one of the Humvee's screeching up outside.

Clary's heart squeezed and her stomach turned over as she saw her husband stumble into the med bay with an arm around Sebastian Verlac's shoulders and Alexander Lightwood supporting his other side. The men on either side of him looked pretty bloody and bruised as well, but it was clear that Jace was the worse off. One side of his head was completely caked in blood, along with his left arm. The material of his jacket had been torn open and the men had fashioned a tourniquet out of some of the ripped material. It was the same with his leg—there was clearly shrapnel lodged in his thigh and blood was dripping steadily onto the floor. He was moving his feet forward, but it didn't look as though he was taking much of his weight and from the way his head was lolling back and forth, Clary quickly understood that he was moving in and out of consciousness.

"What happened?" Clary snapped as she and Isabelle directed the men toward a bed.

"Another IED," Sebastian grunted out as they heaved Jace onto the bed and Isabelle began pulled one of the trays on wheels closer so that she got start working. "We spotted it, but..." he clenched his teeth together. "There were a couple of kids walking by and they freaked out when they saw us...Starting running in the direction of it." Clary felt bile rise up in her throat, but she managed to keep it down as she picked up the scissors from the tray that Isabelle had pulled over and slid them into the material of the pants Jace was wearing. She began cutting them quickly, managing to get them out of her way so that she could see the injuries more closely.

"The kids?" Simon asked from behind them as he ushered Alec onto a bed so that he could look at him, since his injuries were the second worst, other than Jace's.

"They're both fine," Alec said with a nod before wincing as Simon wrapped his hand around his arm and began feeling up and down, testing for any breaks or sprains. Alec winced again as Simon prodded at his elbow.

Clary stopped paying attention around that point, letting herself completely focus on fixing up Jace.

If something had happened to those kids in front of Jace, she wasn't sure he would be able to handle it.

For everyone it was different when there were children involved, but Jace always took it worse, as though it was personal. Not long after they had gotten engaged, there had been a boy that had got caught in the middle of a firefight.

Jace hadn't spoken for weeks afterwards. Or, he had spoken, but it had all been official and to do with his work and there had been absolutely no emotion involved. Clary knew about PTSD and she knew about the anxiety and mental toll that came with this territory and so she gave him his space and let him process things, and she had been there for him when he needed it. She made sure he wasn't just talking to her when he started opening up again, but to the others in his unit, the ones who had been there with him on that day.

It took him time to get out of his head and come back to her, but she gave him that time because what he was doing here was important and life saving and she was ready to help him whenever he was ready.

After Clary finished cleaning up Jace, and Sebastian and Alec had also been stitched up and sent on their way, Isabelle and Simon left them alone. Clary moved around the med bay, cleaning things up until she heard Jace stir. She was back over, at his side, within seconds, sitting on the uncomfortable wooden chair at the head of the bed. Jace's eyes opened slowly and he groaned as his fingers twitched on his uninjured arm. He finally focused on Clary after he tested out his leg as well and she gave him a small smile.

"Clary...There were two children..." he began, his voice croaky and Clary nodded her head firmly.

"Both of them are fine," she replied.

"And Alec and Seb—"

"They're both fine as well," Clary assured him, resting her hand gently on his shoulder. His eyes relaxed, the tension seeping from his shoulders as he let himself rest fully on the bed. He twisted his uninjured arm up so that he could touch her.

"Thank you," he murmured. "For everything."

"Always," she whispered back, reaching down to press a kiss to his forehead.

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