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Jace had a basketball meeting, practice thing for basketball today. I stayed in bed at Jace's place alone. My head pounded, like police banging a door down. And every time I tried to move my joints ached in protest. It was not a good feeling. I used my fingers to finish folding a small paper crane. I don't know why I started making these. It's just a thing to do.

Someone opens the door and yells, "Hello?" I want to yell back but vote on that not being a headache solving method. "Clary?" The voice was closer. It was Alec's. He pushes the door to Jace's and my bedroom."What's up?"

"Paper cranes," taken back by how dry my voice sounds I clear my throat before continuing. "You?"

"Homework. Where's Jace?"

"Basketball something."

"You alright?"

"Yeah, why?"

"You don't look good." Thank you so much Sherlock, I think inwardly, Couldn't of figured that out on my own.

"Um, thanks."

"Just wondering. I got homework." And I got cranes. "You know," he starts again, "If you make a thousand cranes you get a wish."

"Great, I've made 2."

-0.o.0-

It was four o'clock and I hadn't heard from Jace. He should be here by now. Then again I haven't heard from anyone since Alec. I grab my phone from the bedside table and texted him. Yes, I did pull a pajama day and stayed in bed.

Despite a vast amount of asprin and other drugs the pounding in my head never ceases. My wayward mind finds itself wondering if this is how the man in the sci-fi show SImon likes always feels. You know I just don't plan on ruling the world.

I continue to wait for any sign of life from Jace. Worrying, I call Magnus to see if he heard anything. Magnus said Alec and him haven't talked since this morning. It was a the same story with Simon.

Jace doesn't come here or call. Neither him, Alec or Izzy answer their phones. They probably spent the night in their family house or something. Someone could have called though.

I must of dozed off because not much later the shrill of my phone wakes me up. Jace's broken voice comes through the speaker.

"Max is gone, Clary. He's gone." my throat catches and I rocket up to a sitting position.
"You don't mean..."

"I do." My vision starts to cloud and a pressure build in my eyes.

"Where are you?"

"Standing outside the hospital,"

"I'm coming."

"No." There is a different tone to his voice. It's harder. "I'm coming to the apartment."

"You should go home." I say.

"Not now." It was like his heart was bleeding through the phone. "I can't."

"Alright, I'll wait here."

I climbed out of bed and sat on the couch waiting for Jace. When he finally came in, Jace simply joined me on the couch not speaking a word. We both sat in silence. Mustering up the courage to break the silence I speak, "Everything is going to be fine."

"It's not."

"Yes it will, he's in a better place now." I only say it because it feels customary. I also say it because I wish there is a better place to go when you die.

"Don't bullshit me." There was a new tentision in his voice. "Everyone is going to start the bullshit. All the 'I'm sorry's and the 'he's in a better place's. Please, Clary, just don't patronize me."

"I never meant to." I scoot closer to Jace and take his stiffened jaw with his hand. I turn his face to mine.

"I'm sorry for lashing out." He says. "It's just all so -ahhh!" He slams the couch with his fist. Better it's stuffing than anything breakable. My mind find it's way to one of the last things Max told me, "Jace needs you."

"Listen," I start, "I'm not going to lie to you. It's going to suck and you're going to miss him. But it will get better, I promise."

He only says two word before going to bed, "thank you."

Who else is excited for the movie on Wednesday?! I am!