I was going to update this weekend, until I realized I was at my dad's house. It was already written at my moms. And on Mondays I don't get home until 8. So sorry for the wait. Good news: I have meap for the next 2 weeks so when I finish those early I can just write and hopefully I will have 4 more chapters at the end of this week, but no promises. Thanks for the support! I love you guys!

Chapter 6

For the past few days Jace has been acting like I'm invisible. I wanted him to go with me to my doctor's appointment but since he won't talk to me I guess I'm going alone. So excited.

I arrived at the hospital for my first "official" appointment. I honestly don't know what to expect but I'm hoping they found something good, or maybe even a cure. Yeah I know, not likely. I signed in and sat in the waiting room for what felt like hours, while fiddling with my hair.

Finally, the doctor came in and introduced himself. "Hi, I'm Dr. Lightwood, I'm going to be your doctor when you come for these weekly appointments." I simply nodded while shaking his hand and followed him through the maze of corridors. It might be my fear talking but this place smelled like death. I shivered, just thinking about my future makes me bitter.

I walked into a big, white room with a bed. He led me to the bed and I perched myself on it. "Okay, Mrs. Fray we will be doing a blood sample and I want to know what kind of symptoms you have been having." I nodded with understanding. "First just tell me what you have been experiencing or feeling lately."

In my head a replayed my week of hell, if only Jace were he- I can't think of him like this, he hates me with a burning passion now. My mind was in the middle of an inner war of hating Jace and loving him. I can't decide what side to agree with. I probably sound crazy, but hey I'm dying; I was bound to snap any moment, I just hoped it wouldn't be so soon.

I looked up to see Dr. Lightwood staring at me with a glimpse of question in his eyes. Oh, wait… he asked me a question. "What?"

"What have you been feeling lately?" he said very slowly, almost as if I was 10 years old. I narrowed my eyes at him. Asshat.

"I have been having pretty bad stomach pains." I said just as slowly as him, with a smirk plastered on my lips. If he was annoyed he didn't show it, probably gets a lot of bratty kids, he must be used to it. "On a scale from one to ten, how bad have the pains been, ten being the worst?"

"Ten." I responded without hesitation or any trace of being unsure. His face was a concoction of confusion and shock, but it flashed by so quickly that I almost didn't see it. Almost. Why is he so confused? The pain was awful, wait… is this a bad sign? I glimpsed at his face.

It now was that blank expression that always owns his face. He nodded. "Anything else?"

"Yeah….I puke blood… a lot."

"You puke…blood?" His eyes were wide and he scribbled something down on his notebook. I hesitantly nodded, as if I could've had the wrong answer. "I'll be right back."

I didn't watch to see him leave, my head was buzzing around too much, but I heard the door click shut. I gazed out the window, unsure of what to think of everything.

I sat there in utter silence waiting for the doctor, or Jace. He won't come. You guys probably broke up, and just remember, it was all your fault. I wanted to just scream out in frustration, but seeing as I'm in a hospital I will probably have a rush of people come in. Not the best idea. I didn't scream and just settled with punching a pillow.

Dr. Lightwood waltzed back into the room with a puzzled expression. "Clary, I'm going to take your blood now, but you have to wait about an hour before we know your test results. Are you missing school for this?" I nodded. "Okay, did your mom call?" Mom. My eyes started to water. I will not cry. I will not cry.

One tear betrayed me and made its way down my cheek and I wiped it away, mostly out of shame. "No, but I already talked to my principal about it." My voice was hoarse, sounding like I haven't talked in days.

He made his way over to me and pricked my skin with a needle. Normally, that would've hurt but looking back at my week, it was nothing, not even worth a flinch.

He left once again, leaving me alone with my thoughts. I felt so empty, drained. Not from the disease but something else, it was obvious though it was not a good feeling. It's Jace; it's always been Jace. I shook my head, dismissing the thought, I can't think about Jace right now. I can't cry anymore, I've got to move on. I don't need him to help me, I can do this on my own, and I don't even need Simon. I don't give a damn about what Jace thinks.

I sat up straight, with a new found determination. I've been on my own for a year, I don't need his help. I laid back down, when the realization of how tired I actually was, hit me. I closed my eyes in preparation for sleep and the moment my head hit the pillow sleep decided to take me away.

I woke up with a jolt. I was soaked with a cold sweat. I shuddered from my nightmare, even though I don't remember what it was, but it must have been pretty bad.

I let my eyes adjust to the dark, black hole that was my room. Finally, I could see…somewhat.

My eyes scanned the room until the landed on a shadowy figure. Jace? As I inspected more closely I saw it was a women. She had fiery red, curly hair. Her vibrant green eyes light up the room and she was tall. My eyes widened as the recognition hit me like a ton of bricks. With my eyes as shocked as my voice, I whispered "Mom?"