None of these characters belong to me, they belong to Meg Cabot and Disney. Sorry again, but just read it Lol. Thanks for the reviews.

Clarisse sat in the back of the limo, she was motionless. Mia watched her, watched the silent tears rolling down her face. Her hands and pale pink suit were completely covered in his blood, she was clutching his leather jacket.

"Grandma?", Mia questioned gently. Clarisse did not answer, she didn't want to. Shades wouldn't let her go with him in the ambulance, she had kicked up holy hell but now, now she had no energy. She lifted his jacket up to her face, making it wet with tears and breathed in his cologne.

"he'll be fine, grandma. Don't worry. This is Joe we're speaking about. Don't worry", she said pulling her grandmother into a tight hug. She had never seen Clarisse so weak and more than anything she felt scared but she had to be strong for her grandmother.

"I couldn't bear to lose him", Clarisse mumbled in a barely audibly tone.

"grandma, you won't", she whispered back, hugging her grandmother tighter.

They were silent after that, the only sound charlotte could hear from the front of the carwas Clarisse's muffled sobs.

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She walked slowly up the clinically white corridor of Pyrus General hospital, she noticed momentarily the bronze plaque on the wall.

Pyrus General Hospital

Officially opened by HRH Queen Clarisse Renaldi

1984.

She tried to remember that day in her mind, anything to take herself from what she was facing. She hugged her arms around herself and noticed for the first time in the 15 minutes she had left Joe she was wet and covered with blood. She sighed and glanced at Mia who was walking along the corridor with her head down. Lionel, Antoine and frank walked behind with Charlotte. All the nurses and doctors whopassed were shocked to see the royal family. The former queen covered in blood and looking quite frankly, terrible was a strange and unnerving sight to behold.

They reached the end of the corridor and Clarisse sat down. A doctor approached her. He was only young, perhaps 30 with a dark complexion and brown eyes. He smiled gently. She did not take in his smile but stood up immediately.

"how is he?", she asked with weak authority. She didn't care if she was letting her barriers down, not now- she didn't have the energy.

"your Majesty please, take a seat", he said softly, motioning towards the metal bench.

"just tell me how he is", she said, showing more than a hint of nerves and agitation.

"well he's stable", he answered.

Clarisse felt dizzy and sat down. Suddenly she was sobbing with relief and clutching her sides in disbelief. The doctor felt it was safe to continue;

"he lost a heck of a lot of blood and the bullet lodged in his ribcage, he was a lucky man-it stopped 2 mm from his lung. He'll-with everything going well- recover completely", smiled the young man.

"thank you", interjected Mia, " thank you so much".

"not at all, your majesty".

"thank you", Clarisse mumbled, " may I -may I see him?"

"of course but I have to warn you he's hooked up to a lot of machines so it's quite unnerving at first. If you'd like to follow me", he said, making for a door to the left, she stood up, straightened up her jacket and smiled at her granddaughter and pulled her into a tight hug.

"I told you grandma, Joe's a fighter", she smiled.

"yes he is but I-",she faltered, she'd save this for Joe, " let's go see him."

Ok, I'd never kill Joe! What kind of Satanist do you think I am? Lol

Hope you liked it though.

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Yours,

M