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I woke up Saturday morning to the sound of my phone. It was buzzing on the stand next to me. I take a look at the caller. Jace. I answer, "Hey."

"Hey, whats up Red?" questions a deep voice over the phone.

"Nothing. I was just sleeping."

"Didn't mean to wake you."

"No problem. Why'd you call?"

"Oh it's nothing. I was just wondering if you wanted to visit Max with me today?"

"Yes," I say instantly. My mind is saying yes and my body no. My mind controls my mouth. I kick the covers off me and stand up.

"A hour?" Jace asks.

"Sure. I'll see you here." The call gets dropped. I get ready to take a shower. Each movement causes an ache in a joint. This is the first time Jace has asked asked to visit Max with him. Jace is there almost everyday. Maybe he just wasn't ready. Or maybe some stupid reason like they just moved him out of the ICU. Whatever reason I am going today.

-o.0.o-

Jace rang for my apartment and I went down to him. "You look nice." He says as soon as he sees me.

"Really? I feel like crap."

"If you don't feel like it you don't have to come." ,

"I want to."

"Just can't miss out on having a moment with me.

"Yep." I say well aware that I am just inflating his ego. Then I rise up on my tip-toes and kiss him on the cheek.

"Just that perfect." Now we start off down the stairs and into Jace's car.

-o.0.o-

When we roll up to the hospital an ambulance cuts in front of us and we go to park in the garage. The muscle car just goes up the winding ramp until there is a spot found that Jace sees fit. We get out and walk. Jace is different here. He seems on edge like something could go wrong at anytime. He's quieter.

"He's on the sixth floor." Jace states matter-of-factly when we reach the lobby.

"Alright." I say. "Let me run in the gift shop and get him something." I take off to the shop and Jace follows in tow.

"What does he like?" I ask Jace who already seems bored with the stores selection. I don't even want to learn the amount of times he has been here. When I was sick the first time Simon went to the gift shop 25 times. (He kept a list.) Jace... probably more. In the end I settle on a Batman balloon that says 'Get well soon.' We walk back out and into the hospital's elevator. It's empty and when it starts to move my stomach decides it's time to become a train and head for my throat. I close my eyes and rest my hands over my face.

"Clary?" There is a genuine concern in Jace's voice. "You alright?"

"Mum-hum. Just nauseous. The drugs they gave me to stop this aren't really working." Then there is the sensation of him strong and lean arms wrapping around me. We are still wrapped together when a family with three youngsters walk in the elevator.

"You shouldn't of come. You should be home eating chicken soup."

"It will pass. It always does. Plus I want to come." I look up to him. Drat being short.

When we reach our floor and get off, Jace links his hand in mine and leads me off to the sign in desk. I've seen people do it a hundred times. They go up to the sterile white desk and put there name in a log book. They'll sometimes ask for ID, sometimes not depending who is on duty. This time they didn't. Jace already knew the room number so we didn't need to ask. The door was open and we walked in. The Batman balloon trailed behind me. Max was on a DS. The poor kid was hooked up to IV pumps and had a cannula wrapped between his ears. Without looking up he says, "Hey Jace."

"What's up Max?"

"Nothing," He closed the DS and his sunken eyes looked up at us. "Are you Clary?"

"Yep. How'd you know?" I ask.

"Jace said he was bringing you." I give a sideways look to Jace who was placing two chairs next to each other on the oppposite side of Max's bed. Then he motioned for me to sit down next to him and I did.

"So Naruto?" I say eyeing the manga on the boys bed.

"Yeah, you know it?"

"Totally. We'll have to go to Forbidden Planet sometime."

"As soon as I'm out of here we can go." The boy speaks.

"Deal."

"Max," starts Jace probably making a conversation he can join, "what did you do yesterday?"

"Nothing. They took me to the lounge for a few hours." God, I hated the lounge when I was here. It was suppose to be a place for all the younger cancer patients to go and socialize. It was pathetic though. The walls were a sickly color and none of the games had all the pieces. The playhouses and scooters sat barely used because most were to sick to use them. It was ideally a patient only 'fun-zone.' Or so it says on the door. But having no one healthy in there allowed for no one to lighten the mood.

"I dreaded that place." I say to Max.

"It is depressing." Max agrees.

"What is this place you speak of?" ask Jace in a mid-evil style.

"Picture the island of misfit toys, before that dude shows up and makes it better." I respond.

"Let's go there and I can make it better!"

"Aside from the fact that your ego is making your head so big it won't fit through the door; you have got to be a card carrying member of the I Have Cancer Club." Jace plays hurt and I playfully nudge him. JUst then Max lets out a rib-shattering cough. When he stops his voice is hoarse as he tries to speak.

"Jace says you have cancer too."

"I do. It's in my blood."

"Mine's all over me." He tries to joke. We all pause of a awkward silence. "Radiation?" Max questions.

"No. Chemo."

"Oh."

"What?" I ask.

"You just look really good." Then he looks at Jace and catches himself. It's cute. "I mean healthy." I got what he meant though. I still had my hair. There was still color in my cheeks. I still looked normal-ish. Even though in a matter of days that is bound to change.

"You don't look bad either." I say and everyone know that it's a lie. Max was very clearly sick. It's just one of those things you don't say. You lie and wish you were telling the truth. Not soon after that the nurse came in and asked us to leave so she could check Max's vitals and stuff. Jace and I signed out and got into the camaro.

"How long do they think he has?" Asks I to Jace.

"Not sure. They think maybe a month if lucky. He was suppose to be gone a year ago."

"Is that why you're not sure about doing basketball this year?"

"I guess."
"Doctors can be wrong," but they can also be right.

Hey again! I've seen a bunch of fics start doing story recommendations and stuff and was wondering if you guys would care if I started it.

Anyway, R&R please!