Chapter Song(s):

Everywhere I Go~Lissa (Beginning Scene)

Somewhere Only We Know~Keane

Look After You~The Fray

How To Save A Life~The Fray

The Devil's Tears~Angus & Julia Stone (Jace and Clary's first alone scene)

So I tried to not use complicated medical vocabulary in here, and tried to explain the terms I did use. Yes, I did set this scene in Grey's Anatomy. #Don'tJudgeMe. I apologize about my horrible first half of the game last chapter. Apparently I have very bad football knowledge—very bad. Good thing I don't play football! This chapter is short, but there should be a new one soon. I'm going out of town for four days (counting tomorrow), so I should have some good time to write. But for now, this will have to do. I have a feeling you guys will like it though. Enjoy!

The ambulance doors swung open to travel an entire crowd of people. The paramedics rolled the gurney out of the ambulance and on to the pavement, the woman shouting at the same time. "Clary Fray, seventeen year old female with multiple crush injures." Doctors in light blue scrubs surrounded me, being led my one in navy blue scrubs and a white jacket. He waved a tiny light into both of my eyes. "Pupils are slightly enlarged. I need a consult from Ortho, and someone from plastics to suture this cut. Let's get her into CT—now!" He readjusted the oxygen mask on my face so I could see him. I looked at Jace just in time to see an one of the doctors in light blue scrubs hold him back. I tried to reach for him but the doctor put it back so I wouldn't hit it on the wall. They rolled me into a quiet room with a giant machine. Before I knew it, I was out and back into the area I'd first come into. The doctor wrote restively on the binder clipboard thing which he had told me was called a chart. He checked one of the machines I was hooked up to and then looked at me. "Okay, Clary. I'm going to need to to keep that oxygen mask until your levels rise. And you can't move, because until we get your scans back, we won't know what condition your spine is in. So I need you to blink twice for yes and once for no. Okay? Blink if you understand."

I blinked.

He smiled. "Good."

"My name is doctor Shepard and I'm head of the Neurology department here at Grey-Sloan Memorial Hospital. I need to ask you a few questions, okay?"

I blinked twice.

"Are you or could you be pregnant?"

I blinked once.

"Okay. Any existing medical conditions—stuff like Asthma, Epilepsy, a heart condition, diabetes—or family history of any?"

I blinked once.

"Any medications?"

I blinked once again.

"Good. We're going to get you admitted. Anyone you'd like us to call?"

I didn't want Dad or Jon to know yet, so I blinked once.

"What about that young man who came in with you?"

I blinked twice.

"Okay. I'll see you in a few minutes."

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I looked around my room, at the blank TV and the closed blinds. The bathroom door was closed, and the table near it held a remote and a vase. There was a chair near my bed, looking misplaced. Just as the nurse left, Doctor Shepard brought Jace in.

He came over to me and checked the machines he readjusted the thing they'd stuck in my nostrils and looped around my ears. It was a small clear tube that went from my nose to my ears, down the length of my bed and hooked up to a machine that clicked every few seconds. Jace sat down in the chair, and I opened my hand. He threaded his fingers through mine, gripping my hand almost as tightly as I gripped his.

Another doctor walked in then, smiling at us. She was as pretty as Doctor Shepard was handsome. "This is doctor Torres, head of the Orthopedic department. Doctor Torres, I was just about to go over her scans." The doctor nodded and stood next to doctor Shepard. "Clary, your MRI shows no massive injury and no hematoma, which is what I had originally thought. You do, however have a concussion. All that means is that I'd like to keep you for observation. Your spine is okay. When you fell, you barely missed dislodging C4." He showed me what that was on the X-RAY. "Your loss of breath was most likely a cause of the impact."

Doctor Torres started talking then.

"Thank you, Doctor Shepard. Your CT shows a pretty serious break in your left wrist, as well as your shoulder being dislodged from its socket. What this means is that I'm going to have to pop it back into the socket. Also, I'll wrap your wrist. Due to the severity of the break, I'm going to your wrist first. We can administer you morphine, if you'd like." I shook my head, because Doctor Shepard had taken the head brace off. "No. I don't want any." I didn't trust myself under any drugs, plus I never wanted to not be fully aware of what I was doing or saying.

"Brave choice. Let's get started."

Doctor Shepard tucked his own into his coat pocket. "Keep me informed on her progress." He told a nurse, and then he left. Doctor Torres helped me sit up and then gripped my shoulder. "Ready? On three. One, two..." She jerked my shoulder upward. There was a pop, and my shoulder exploded with pain, making my vision go white for a second. I leaned into Jace, squeezing his hand and clenching my teeth. Fuck. I squeezed my eyes shut to keep back the tears. Jace rubbed my back and whispered soothing words in my ear. After a minute or to the pain ebbed off into a slow throb. "Okay, that's the worst that we have to do tonight." Doctor Torres said. A nurse brought in lots of gauze and wrap. An hour later my arm was wrapped and in a sling with my shoulder. I leaned against Jace's chest, closing my eyes as he ran his fingers through my hair. "Don't fall asleep." He said. I slowly opened my eyes, sighing. I had to stay awake for at least 24 hours because of my concussion. If I fell asleep, I could fall into a comma. "You don't have to do this, you know." I said.

"What?" His hands stilled.

"This goes way past best friends little sister territory."

"Clary..." He sighed. I turned to look at him after a few moments of silence. "When I saw you fall...and then when you weren't moving or even breathing...God, I thought I'd lost you. If you had died..." He took a ragged inhale. "I'm done playing around. To hell with your brother, and to hell with anyone who isn't you or me. I love you. God, I love you so much sometimes I can hardly stand it." I kissed him then. I kissed him like it may be our last, but I finally knew that it wouldn't be.

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