So, here is the chapter most of you have been waiting for; chapter 6! I'm sorry for not updating last week. I just had all these tests to study for, and I've got a mountain of homework so I didn't get time. Also, I am typing with my left hand so excuse me if I have typing errors, since three of my fingers are broken on my right hand. Anyway, shout outs go to: poisoned-_-rationality, Serenity Shadowstar, booklover1598, divergentdinosaur, The Big E, IridescentLight, musicalnerdgeek, StarLights145, MoonDust198, SnowQueen135, PhoenixFeathers246, Mrs. Eaton138, Mrs. Clace159 and all the guests. Forward to the story!

Jace's POV (Haven't done this in a while)

I clutched Clary's hand as she lay in the hospital bed, unconscious. It's been a week since she'd been shot. The doctor had said that she was in a coma and they didn't know how long it would be till she would wake up. I could still remember the fear that had wormed its way into my heart when I had seen her sprawled on the ground, blood blossoming in her shirt like a poisonous flower. I remembered not knowing what to do, feeling so helpless as the blood spread. Everything else had been blurry afterwards. All I could remember thinking was I could lose her today. And I remembered praying for the first time in a very long while. I looked at Clary now, a thousand pleas passing in the silence between us. All begged her to come back to me, to give me a sign that she was still there. Then, I heard the door open. I looked up. Isabelle and Alec came in and sat on the small waiting couch.

"What did the doctor say?" Isabelle asked.

"He says that she should wake up by another week or so," I said, trying to keep my face closed to prevent them from seeing the agony I was feeling, waiting for Clary to wake up.

"They caught him," Alec said suddenly after a long silence, "The guy who shot Clary," Alec's voice was stoic, emotionless. A murderous rage gripped my heart. "Where's the fucking bastard?" I asked. When I get my hands on that pathetic, low-life, no-good son of a bitch that did this to Clary…

"In jail," Isabelle said. Then, I heard a soft sigh. A sigh I could recognize anywhere. Clary was awake.

Clary's POV

My eyes felt like they'd been sewn shut as I opened them, but it had to be done. I looked over to see Jace. Several conflicting emotions passed through his face like a movie going on fast forward.

"Clary," he breathed, before hugging me tightly. I winced as he squeezed my shoulder. He let go immediately.

"Sorry," he said. I sat up slowly, being very careful not to move my left shoulder again.

"What happened?" I said. I honestly only remember the last week as a big black blur. The last thing I could remember was hearing a very loud gunshot. Isabelle and Alec exchanged a look.

"Well, when Alec, Izzy and I were upstairs, we heard a loud gunshot when you went outside to answer the doorbell. I rushed downstairs and found you sprawled outside, covered in blood," Jace winced as he said the last sentence, before he continued, "Alec and Simon saw a guy running from the house and they chased after him. He's in police custody now," he finished, gritting his teeth.

"Was I actually shot?" I asked. Jace shook his head.

"Not exactly. You see the guy was aiming for your head, but apparently you moved at the last minute so the bullet didn't break your bones or anything. But it was still painful enough for you to pass out and bleed a lot," Jace said.

"Who did it?" I asked. Have they caught him?

"A boy, that's why his aim was so crappy," Alec said, his eyes finally meeting hers.

"Where is he?" I asked.

"He's in jail," Isabelle said, "Serves him right, that fucking son of a bitch," she muttered, low under her breath. Alec did not chastise his sister for using obscene language like he usually did.

"Did he confess?" I asked. Jace shook his head.

"Nope, but he says he'll only confess if you talk to him," Jace said, shaking his head in disapproval, his eyes sparkled with hatred.

"When I get out of here, I'll talk to him," I said. Jace muttered something under his breath that sounded like 'Yeah, like that's going to happen'

A lot of people visited me during my stay at the hospital, and they brought 'get well soon' gifts with them. Jace, Isabelle and Alec stood faithfully by my hospital bed, until it was time for me to leave.

"Jace," I said, "Make a stop to the New York Police Station," Jace gave me a reproachful look, but he swerved to the left in the direction of the station.

A young boy looked up as Jace and I entered the station. He smiled, and put his feet down from the table. It was Jordan.

"So, you finally got out of the hospital, huh?" he said, coming towards us.

"And you got in to the force," I said. Jordan had been the one to help me find out that I was adopted back a few years ago.

"I'm here to see the guy who shot me," I said. Jordan's eye twitched, but he nodded.

"Sure, come this way," he said.

Jace went in before me, leaning against the wall like he was plastered there, his hands in his back. He looked at the boy as if he were trying very hard not to strangle him with his bare hands. I sat down in front of him, leaning forward. I glanced at the one-way glass overlooking the room. Jordan and a few of his police colleagues were there, watching for any sign of trouble.

"Why did you shoot me?" I said. The boy laughed. Jace's hands-which were balled into fists- tightened.

"Wow, straight to the point, huh," he said, smiling as if he weren't talking to the girl he shot.

"Why did you shoot me?" I said, again, sounding like a robot who was only capable of repeating one sentence.

"I was hired," the boy said.

"Yeah, we figured out that much," Jace said in an angry tone. The boy raised an eyebrow at him, before he turned back to me.

"What's his name?" I asked. He shrugged.

"Emil Pangborn," he said.

So, there is chapter 6! I hope you enjoyed it, because right now, I'm typing one handed with some broken fingers and trying not to fall asleep. Anyway, it would be very nice if you tell me what you thought! Bye!