AN: I wanted to post this a few days ago, but I haven't been feeling well. But I am here now. Thank you all for the support on this story. I hope you enjoy it.
This story really had no plot to it, and I didn't even know where I was going with it until the end.

I will edit when I wake up from my nap.

Disclaimer: I do not own TMI, and I do not have a beta.

Description: While alone in her thoughts, Clary finds it difficult to determine what is real and what she's making up while also suffering from physical pain. Will the comfort from her boyfriend be enough for her? (AU/AH/OOC/Comfort/Clare/PeriodProblems)

Comfort (0.4K)

This week has been a train wreck of feelings, and now as I lay here feeling awful and achey.

As I crawl into a ball from pain, I still have a strong desire to eat noodles and frosting. Yet, I have nausea bubbling in my stomach from the amount of thoughts I have.

The anxiety is pointless, but it tears into my mind and makes me think about things that I know are pointless.

But for some reason, I still think of them.

Will I fall this week at work? Are Jace and I going to fight about who gets to cook? Will my mom forget to call? Did I forget to feed Ollie?

All these questions and my paranoia of what might happen and what I forgot to begin to over take my brain, causing my breathing to spike, and I struggle to breathe. The headache becomes more prominent, causing my head to feel like it's exploding.

I fall into my own pit of darkness for some time until a warm voice rings through my mind.

A hand rests on my shoulder, giving me a slight shake to snap me out of my state. At the same time, the other hand rests on my lower stomach and pushing in, creating pressure. I moan.

"I know you said it helps with the pain babe, would you like anything else?" He asks.

I don't open my eyes even though my headache isn't as bad, but because I feel I don't have the energy to try and exist any further.

Instead, I do something I typically don't want.

I want safety.

"Can you hold me?" I whisper.

"Of course," Jace says and crawls into our bed and pulls me against him, still keeping one hand on my stomach applying pressure to give me some relief from the cramps.

"Thank you," I whisper.

"No problem, there are noodles in a bowl for you if you want. Just try to rest. Don't let your mind fool you. I will be right here. For sickness and in health, remember?"

For the first time all day, I smile and find myself grateful for finding someone who wants to be my equal rather than to dominate me.

He supports me and keeps my spirits up, which is highly needed in my bad days when the thoughts become a lot, which isn't as common now.

However, every cycle, I have a breakdown of thoughts because my coping mechanisms are gone.

The one that holds true is Jace being there to pick me up when I can't do it myself.

My equal.

THE END

AN: Thank you for reading! I'd appreciate any form of support.

See you soon!