So, I think it's been over a week but I've been seriously busy. Hopefully the fact that I care enough to write this on my birthday makes up for it.

KackyK04-glad to hear it, same on McDonald's

ashcator2002-Thank you, and I live for cliffhangers

finlizabeth-Omg thanks so much, I'll try to get a SSimon POV up soon

FairyFlare-I get my writing traits from Cassie! At least this cliffie wasn't as big as COFA

SeraphinaFriar-Gladd to hear it, hopefully this wass worth the wait

Guest-Was the high five for Simon?

Guest- This only explains a small part of it

Omg-Well it's universally impossible not to love TFIOS, and I will see about answering those

Clary POV:

Pain. In the dictionary described as "the physical feeling caused by disease, injury, or something that hurts the body." Whoever wrote that was never in pain.

In reality it was a searing force that was spread throughout your body, making your very breath hurt. Something that wouldn't let me move, let alone open my eyes.

Painkillers: a drug that decreases or removes pain that you feel in your body. A drug that I needed a lot more of. Did I even have any where I was?

Where was I?

Then it all came flooding back. Detention, Jace, the car, then nothing. What happened? Was I hit by the car? That would explain the pain. Ugh I have to get up and find some answers sitting here like a damsel in distress is not working.

On that cue my eyelids finally lifted, antagonizing pain rippling through me as if they were sewn shut. The transition from darkness to light definitely didn't help my vision or nausea. White walls. Only one place with that-a hospital.

The steady beeping next to me and IV hooked up confirmed that theory. If only those inanimate objects could tell me what happened. But what was the most unexplained was the pressure on my left hand. The gut-wrenching hurt would be payment for getting an explanation.

A hand. A hand that was connected to an arm which lead to... Jace Wayland? (I) Why would that arrogant narcissistic... person be here right now? Wasn't he the reason I didn't see the car?

"Clary?" That sound couldn't have been coming from Jace no way. The voice was... trembling and weak, full of desperation and tiredness. Nothing like the Jace that existed. There was no one else in the room, so it had to be him.

"Are you awake?"

"What happened?" God my voice was almost as bad as his, but I has in a hospital so I had an excuse for the trembling voice.

"All I remember is you storming out of the classroom-" he started, cleverly cutting off his next words by the sharp glare I sent him. "it was my fault really. But I knew that I couldn't just leave you like that so I chased after you, and a car was speeding your way so I tackled you to the ground to prevent you from getting hit." Had Jace just saved by life? Why would he do that I mean Aline and the rest of them would just be glad that I died-she said so herself. And if I didn't get hit to the ground then why was I here and in so much pain?

"You're in the hospital because I'm used to taking football players, not high school girls and the ground was harder than grass so I ended up fracturing one of your left ribs and bruising your left shoulder. Sorry about that."

"At least I wasn't hit by a car."

"Look, about what you said yesterday about me only trying to be close to you for Aline, that wasn't true." Oh no. I am way to tired for this despite being up for less than 5 minutes.

"Jace can we just talk about this later-I'm way too tired."

"I guess so." But the hope that left his voice and depressed looked on his face betrayed him.

"We can talk about this later when I'm feeling better okay?"

"Fine. I'll go call a doctor in to check on you. You do know you've been passed out for almost three days right?" Three days! Was the injury really that bad?

But there was hardly any time to process it, I could already feel my consciousness slipping away.

The next time I dared open my eyes, I was greeted with hair much like my own.

"Clary are you okay? I've been so worried!" Of course my mom would pick now of all times to finally show interest in my life. I mean she is hardly ever there when I need her, most of the time she just leaves me in "Jonathan's safe hands" which are quite the opposite.

"Mom I'm fine I just want to get out of here." It was true. I had spent way too much time her after... he had finally left and I couldn't handle the memories resurfacing.

Her face darkened, she got the message. "I'll see what I can do but you got hurt pretty badly. Plus someone else has something to say to you."

My brother appeared from the shadows of the room, causing me to wish he went right back in them. Was he seriously going to mock me now of all times?

"Hey sis how are you feeling?"

"Fine except for almost being hit by a car." If anything could get me out of this, it was sarcasm

"Jace told me about that, are you seriously okay?" Was it a new group thing to suddenly be nice to me and then backstab me? What is with these people. Although Jace did save your life...

"Why would you care in the first place?"

"Mom can you give us some privacy?" Jon asked, glancing at our mother whom I'd forgotten was there.

Once she left, my brother resumed. "Clary I get that I have seemed like the worst brother in the world."

"That's because you are."

"Let me finish. But that was just because they were my friends and I thought that I was doing the right thing. When I first went to Alicante Middle, I met Jace and we became great friends overtime. I thought that what Aline said about you justified my actions, but it was having you almost die that made me realize I that they weren't. Now I'm not expecting you to forgive me, I just want you to consider it. I was wrong the entire time, I let Aline manipulate my thoughts until I hurt my own sister."

With that my older brother walked away, leaving me dumbfound and wondering-Was that genuine, or a trick?