AN: Ok, so I posted chapter one 15 hours ago and now have 3 REVIEWS, 7 FAVS, AND 6 FOLLOWS! THAT IS AWESOME THANK YOU ALL SO MUCH! So, I did end up getting a snow day and so now here's a chapter!

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DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN THE MORTAL INSTRUMENTS, IT IS BY CASSANDRA CLARE AND I AM MOST DEFINITELY NOT HER.

I had never really had much of a pain tolerance... And by that, I mean I was pretty much a wimp when it came to even little scrapes. They just hurt a whole lot for some reason. No crying or anything, but my friends and family would probably tell you that I would just sit there looking upset for a time afterwards, depending on how bad the "injury" was. I despised whining, but everyone I knew could tell I was moping about pain just from the look on my face. Thanks to that I put in extra effort to hide that from acquaintances and strangers. Apparently I was terrible at that, even when I wasn't awake.

"Woah there, Clarissa. You literally look like you could make people faint with that grimace." a weak voice muttered from across the room. This was seemingly said because he was bored and not to wake me up, but it didn't matter how it meant thanks to my always light sleeping which was a curse since I was a total night person.

"Ngh... If you're going to wake me up based on my facial expressions, which was stupid by the way, I guess we're on nickname basis now. Clary, I hate Clarissa. How bout you?" I did not give him time to respond, for after a precious ten seconds of getting my bearings a searing pain ripped through my stomach. I let out an excruciated groan before managing to make another sentence.

"Oh my g-gosh. How are you not like dying right now?" I shouted.

"Um, you gave me your kidney...? We've been over this already..." he answered questioningly, probably move again thinking I had gone off the deep end.

"No, not dying literally. Gah, I don't know how to explain it, especially not right now when there's A FREAKING HOLE IN MY STOMACH." I'll admit it, I yelled the last part.

"One, there actually isn't. They stitch you back up afterwards... Why would they just leave you like that? And did you mean the pain? Yeah, I've grown used to that. I've had 8 surgeries to try to fix my stupid kidney before they finally found me a donor, so thanks for that. Yeah, it hurts, but it's definitely not as bad as some things I've experienced."

"Wow... That sounds like it sucks..." I mused awkwardly, mind taken off of my own pain for a while.

"Hah, thanks, I guess. You know, you whisper weird things in your sleep. 'Spun gold, cheeseburger'...? Either you have really strange dreams or you were definitely not thinking about normal things. And as for the nicknames thing you said before, Jace is my nickname. Short for Jonathan Christopher. Call me Jace. I hate my full name too. Nice to meet you when we aren't about to go into surgery, Clary. Sorry for waking you up, by the way." My cheeks were brighter than my hair when I realized I'd been muttering in my sleep.

"S'ok. Got a brother named same thing as you, we call him Jon, though." Later I would have the pleasure of realizing how idiotic I sounded and that my sentence was missing a more than few words. I guess Jace had noticed.

"Yeah, you should probably go back to sleep now. I would say see you in the morning, but I have no idea what time it is and it's kind of hard to keep track in a hospital, there isn't much of a point."

I sighed in agreement that I should go to sleep since I wasn't really paying attention to the rest of what he said. I fell asleep easily, more immediately than I'd like to admit, and I was relieved that the pain did not cross over into my dreams.

La La La Time Jump

A song bellowed grouch out the room, lyrics and music and melody and everything all at once. That may sound over dramatic, but it was pretty overwhelming.

"What the heck?!" I yelled, voice clearer than what it'd usually be after sleeping.

"Oh, god, I'm so sorry! I was going to listen to music, but, uh, it appears I forgot to plug in my headphones..." a sheepish voice said apologetically.

"Pretty soon this'll have happened enough times for there to be a trivia quiz game about it. Well, if I'm awake we might as well keep listening. I love this song!

"Wait a second, we? I seem to remember it being me. And you know this song?"

"The least you could do is let me listen to my favorite song with you since you woke me up twice." I muttered jokingly. "Besides, who doesn't know it? Isn't it like, really popular?"

"I've never really had a lot of friends. Being stuck in your house all the time makes it kind of hard to meet new people. So, I've never met people who like the same music as me.

"Well, now you have a friend. C'mon, play the song!" I urged. Shocked but hopefully happy at my statement, he put it back on. The singer's voice voice one again reverberated through the room, and neither of us spoke. It wasn't an awkward silence, nor much of a silence at all actually. Well, I couldn't say it hadn't been an... Interesting day.

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