After another week and a half went by—just over a full month after the accident—Catarina said that she thought it was time for Clary to go to physio. Clary had never been so relieved to be allowed out of a house in her whole life, even though it was just to go and see another doctor. Jace still hadn't allowed her to even Skype her TA or Simon, and a few of the calls that she had from Tessa definitely showed how concerned the girl was about her, and Simon sounded downright pissed off whenever he called her. Clary tried not to focus too much on how worried Tessa was, but even through the phone she could tell how worried she was, and Simon didn't even try to hide how annoyed he was, reminding her time and time again, that if she was being held against her will, he could have the police there in a matter of minutes.

Clary wasn't even going to begin to tell her best friend that any police attention that Simon tried to bring toward Jace would immediately be quashed and hidden, so she just assured him that she was fine, and reminded him that if she didn't want to be there, then she would have no problem with making them all freeze and getting herself out.

Actually finding a physio turned out to be a whole lot harder than it should have been.

It wasn't hard on Clary, because she had absolutely no say in the matter, but she did feel bad for Max and Raphael, who had been given a list of recommended physiotherapists from Catarina, and had to do thorough background checks on all of them. Clary tried to protest, saying that this wasn't something that they needed to take too seriously, but Max got a thunderous look on his face and said her recovery and her safety had to be taken with the utmost seriousness.

They finally found a physiotherapist that they agreed on, and presented him to Jace, who went and had an actual face-to-face meeting with Meliorn Hassouné before he said that he was happy with her going to see him.

"You don't need to be here," Clary looked between Jace and Alec with raised eyebrows.

"I'm not letting you out of my sight," Jace stated in a firm voice that said there was no room for argument. At this point, Clary was just glad to be out of the house and breathing fresh air again, and she knew how worried and concerned for her Jace was, so she didn't want to make this anymore difficult for him. But then she turned to Alec, pursing her lips unhappily about having a second watch dog, and he just shook his head, a similar, stony expression on his face.

"I go where he goes," he said in a flat voice. And for now, where you go, to make sure you're safe, Alec thought, maybe a bit louder than he planned to, because Clary heard it loud and clear in her mind. She was slightly surprised at the thought, given her and Alec didn't have the best relationship. She knew that it was nothing personal—of course she had never told Alec that she caught his thoughts sometimes, she couldn't help it. He had difficulty trusting people, especially people that were as powerful as she was, and he loved Jace fiercely, and he wanted to make sure that he was always safe. Even though Clary had proved herself over and over again as someone who could be trusted, and as someone who was going to take advantage of Jace or betray him, Alec was still tentative with her.

So there was a warm feeling in her stomach that Alec was worried about her.

Although, that warm feeling in her stomach was masked almost immediately by a pain that had her nearly doubled over because she had momentarily forgotten her situation and tried to straighten up. Just because her body was starting to heal, definitely didn't mean that she was back to a hundred percent again. She couldn't walk without the support of crutches, and she most certainly couldn't straighten her torso.

"Clarissa?" Came a soft voice and she looked toward a handsome Lebanese man who gave her a soft smile and didn't look all that surprised when he saw Jace and Alec both move forward to flank the petite red head. "I just have one request—I understand that you want to ensure Clarissa's safety, however I believe that if both of you remain on this side of the door."

"I don't—" Jace began but Meliorn held up his hand.

"There are no other doors in this room, I am willing to have your friend inspect it if necessary," he continued, calmly nodding at Alec before looking back to Jace, obviously knowing who was in charge. "However, in my professional opinion, Clarissa will do better if she and I are given some privacy."

Clary was pretty sure she had never wanted to kiss anyone so much in her life.

After an hour had past, the feeling had most assuredly past, and she was kind of tempted to throttle Meliorn. She was sweating, staining right through the sports bra and tank top that was wearing, and all she wanted to do was get into a warm bath and then slip into bed. But it was good, she knew that she needed this to help her body heal. Meliorn helped her over to a seat and then went to the door and let Jace and Alec in, both of them looking as though they had not relaxed in the slightest since they had waited for her.

"Are you alright?" Jace asked, his voice a little gruff, which she knew he did because he wanted to cover up how worried he was about her.

"I'm okay," Clary gave him a tired smile, resting heavily against his side as he moved to stand next to her. Alec had his perpetual scowl fixed on his face, but she felt a ripple of sympathy come from Alec as he glanced her over, noting the perspiration on her face and the sweat that was showing through her clothes.

"Alright," Jace nodded, and he wrapped an arm around her waist, holding her tightly against his side. Public displays of affection was unusual for Jace—he didn't like people outside his tight knit circle seeing them together, because if the wrong person saw how much he cared about her, then it could be used against him. But he seemed to have deemed Meliorn as trustworthy—even if he did still glare at him every time he looked in the other mans direction—and he looked toward Alec. "Tell Raphael to meet us out at the back entrance." Meliorn arched an eyebrow at the request, but he didn't argue, leading the way down a hall that continued past two other doors that had names of others physical therapists, and then a bathroom. Raphael was already at the back door, waiting for it to be opened when Meliorn unlocked it and swung it open. Raphael glanced at the three men, and then at Clary, reaching out an arm to her.

"How you doing, hermosa mujer?" Raphael asked gently as he took Clary's weight from Jace and she walked toward him, carefully going down the three steps to where the car was parked in the driveway. "You look tired," he noted as he helped her toward the car.

"I'm fucking exhausted," she answered honestly, letting out a short laugh, although there wasn't much humour in the laugh. She was tired and sore, and while it felt good to finally be out of the safe house, right now she just wanted to go back, have a shower, and get into bed. She got in the back seat of the armored SUV and closed her eyes as she rested back against the head rest. She couldn't hear what everyone was saying verbally once Raphael shut the door, but she was so in tune with Jace's thoughts, she didn't need to concentrate too hard to hear what was happening.

Jace was giving Meliorn a lot of money, to make sure he kept his mouth shut and to keep Clary's names off the books. It sounded as though Catarina had already told Meliorn that this was a special case, and that he needed to make sure he didn't tell anyone who it was he was treating. But just a simple skim through Meliorn's thoughts, Clary could tell that Meliorn knew barely anything, he didn't even know what her last name was. He recognized Jace, he knew that he had seen him before, but even though his interest was piqued at the unusual circumstances, the amount of money that Jace was paying him was enough that he wasn't going to try and find out who he was.

"Let's get you home, lyubov moya," Jace said as he got into the back of the SUV beside Clary, moving so that he was sitting in the centre of the two backseats and reaching out for her hand, twining their fingers together. She was tired, and it took a lot for her to keep awake in the backseat of the SUV, and to try and keep herself awake, she concentrated on Jace, picking up on an interesting thought.

"What happened with Simon?" Clary asked quietly and Jace glanced over at her, a small curve on his lips.

"I was going to tell you, I promise," he told her with a slight smirk.

"Sure you were," Clary mumbled as she rested her head on his shoulder. Simon had been ringing her everyday, asking how she was doing, not sounding particularly happy when Clary said she didn't need him to come by and visit, and she knew that it was irking Jace. Not that she had a friend who was checking up on her, but more than Simon didn't sound as though he trusted Jace at all, and Jace didn't like his integrity being questioned, or just how far he would go to protect Clary.

"Will went by and picked up some more of your students papers," Jace told him. "Simon saw him talking to your TA and, of course—" there was a purse of his lips and a roll of his eyes at that. "—He came over and had a hundred questions."

"It's just because he's worried," Clary reminded him quietly. "Me and Simon...We usually don't go more than a few days without seeing each other, and it's been a couple of weeks now, and he knows that I'm hurt." Jace nodded once, tightening his grip on her hand. She then caught a glimpse of Will in his mind, and it was a bit of an unexpected expression. "What was he getting all lovey-dovey about?" Clary asked.

"Huh?" Jace looked confused as he looked down at her, his breath warm on her forehead.

"When he was talking to you earlier..." she caught the memory again, of Will repeating the story back to Jace about talking with Simon but more specifically, her TA. "Ah," there was a small smile on her face.

"What?" Jace asked.

"It was when he was talking about Tessa," Clary murmured, deciding that maybe getting a few minutes sleep while they were on their way back to safe house.

"Your TA?" Jace questioned.

"Yup," Clary nodded sleepily. She could still feel the confusion coming off Jace, but it seemed as though he made the decision to ask her about it later. She appreciated that, since it only took her a couple more minutes and she was falling fast asleep.

I don't really have the energy for a paragraph thing sorry. I've been fucking spiraling for the past six weeks or so, although I guess I had my birthday? Which was okay?

Um...Nightmare by Halsey is a fucking anthem and I don't know how many times I've listened and cried to it in the past day and half it's been out.

Hope you enjoyed the update.