AN it is now 2015, so Clary is obviously 15. THANK YOU SOOO MUCH TO ANYONE WHO FOLLOWED OR FAVED, I WAS SOOOO HAPPY WHEN I GOT THOSE EMAILS SAYING THAT YOU GUYS HAD! I WAS LIKE, DANCING! K, ON WITH THE STORY!
Disclaimer: Oh yeah, and incase anyone hasn't guessed,I do not own tmi, i only make Clary incredibly sick.

Clary's POV: (this story will only really ever be Clary's POV, although I may try to include the occasionally Jace. ;D )

I got a new room mate today. That happens a lot you see, because I live in a hospital. Permanently. Like, 24/7. I'm a bit of a freak. For some reason, I was born with bones that are hollow. Like a birds. This means that I am incredibly light, bit it also means that I am very breakable. My legs can barely support my weight so I do not move around much.

My back is also slightly deformed. It's not that obvious, you can't really see anything when I have a shirt on. But right in between my shoulder blades, the skin is all twisted.

If you think that is all they is wrong with me, then you are wrong. Big time. I have a very under active immune system, so I get sick really easily, and when I do, even a cold can be deadly. I have to take half a dozen tablets a day just to keep me alive. The list goes on and on, but those are my main problems.

Anyways, about my new roommate. He is hot. Like, very VERY good looking. And he is golden. Everything. Hair, eyes and skin. You look at him, and his hair sparkles like the sun. You get lost looking into his eyes, they are like liquid gold. And his skin. With every move that he makes, you can see the muscles ripple under his golden tanned skin. So lucky. He must be pretty active to be built like that.
At first I don't even realise why he is even in hospital. He looks so healthy, unlike me with my sickly pale skin, small frame and frizzy red hair. Then I see it: His left arm is in a cast.

After the nurse leaves he turns to me and smirks. Oh god, he is one of those kinds of people. The people who have an ego the size of America, and think that everyone else should worship them.
"So," he drawls out "what's your story?"

"Oh, um... Yeah." Smooth Clary, smooth. Since when do you stutter?! I try again "why do you want to know? I don't even know your name, for all I know you could be some murdering psychopath, why would I go revealing all my lifes secrets to someone I don't know anything about?" Ok, that may have been a bit rude and paranoid, but its true.
He raises an eyebrow. DAMNIT, I HATE HIM. I can never raise an eyebrow, no matter how hard I try. Its sooo unfair, everyone can always do it in books!
"Me, a murderer? With these looks? Yeah right,there's no way I would waste my natural talent on something as boring as a murder. I would at least have to be-"

"ok, I get it. And besides, don't you know that modesty is a virtue?"

"Only for ugly people. My names Jace by the way. Jace Lightwood. If you won't tell me your story cause you don't know anything about me, I will tell you mine.
"so, as you know, I am an incredibly good looking. That is the most important thing that you need to know about me..."
I snort, and he shoots me a glare
"... I am 16 years old, and my actual name is Jace Wayland, but the Lightwood family adopted me when I was ten. I like to party, and generally have a good time. My favourite colour is gold, like myself, and I am terrified of ducks. I am left handed, and that is rather unfortunate because I broke my left arm in a fight the other day. Its not that big a deal, but my parents insisted that I stay in the hospital for a few days, just to make sure that everything is ok. So, that's my story and that's probably the most open I will ever be, so I hope you enjoyed yourself. After all that, I think you owe me an explanation yourself."

I took a deep breath. I always found it difficult to tell my story. "ok, so, my name is Clarissa Fairchild, but I go by Clary. I am 15 years old, and I turn 16 in August. I have lived in this hospital all my life. When I was a month old, one of the nurses found me on the front steps of the hospital. I had a piece of paper that said my name, date of birth, and my mothers name. My mum abandoned me. I have lived in the hospital and not an orphanage because I need constant medical care. I have a unique case of hollow bones, and this means that I can not get around much. I have to take lots of tablets every day for other reasons, and I have a fair few other problems that I am going to keep to myself."

Jace appeared shocked. I smiled slightly. At that moment, a couple of nurses walked in with our dinner and my medication. We ate in silence, and afterwards I went to sleep.
My dreams where gold.

AN: Sorry for the cliché end of chapter. Hehe. So, anyone else think that that was a better chapter? Sorry if all the talking was not dine well. So, this story may take quite a while before the plot begins to form, and I am not entirely sure of what exactly will happen myself. I write on my phone, so sorry for any typos. This also means I will not have a very regular updating pattern. Please bear with me. Thanks to anyone who followed or favourites and reviews are really appreciated. I know that Jace was rather open in this chapter, but like he said, Thx sooooo much for anyone who is reading this, plz plz use the wonderful box on this page and REVIEW! Hehehe
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