Clary POV
I began to dry heave after half a hour. Alec was cussing, and Isabelle was flailing around, making phone calls. "Mom please- Yes, yes." Isabelle paused for a second before yelling, "Are you Clary mother? No, I didn't think so!" Another pause, "Alright, get that goddamn warlock over here then!" She slammed her phone shut. "Parents!" She muttered angrily.
"Isabelle." Alec warned, "What was so important to take a frickin phone call, in the middle of trying to save Clary?" He demanded. Isabelle opened her mouth, but before she could speak, the room flooded with smoke, and a young lady appeared in the centre of it. "The warlock."
"Indeed, Alexander Lightwood. Why are my services required?" The woman asked. She had grey/blue eyes, and caramell hair which reached to the small of her back. The woman's slender body was covered in hospital scrubs, clearly dressed for the occasion.
"Her!" Alec nodded at me. "What the hell is it?" His eyes were trained on my stomach, as it began to rise and fall at a rapid pace.
The woman walked over to me, and took a short look at my stomach. "Well, well." She said. "This is strange." I let out a shrill cry of pain and the woman laid a cool hand on my forehead. "Shh.." Her voice was soft, a motherly tone.
Tears ran freely down my face, "J-Jace!" I wailed loudly.
"Clary, Jace isn't here, please calm down." Alec said, drawing more runes on me.
"Jace!" I cried again, feeling a for of claws ripping at the inside of the flesh on my stomach. "J-Jace can cure me..." I stammered, and began to choke blood up.
"Angel!" Alec roared, "Isabelle, the bucket!"
Izzy rushed over to me with a small dish, and laid it beside my head, so I could cough the blood into it. "Can't you do anything warlock?" Alec demanded, glaring at the woman, "Well can you?"
"Maybe." She whispered. "Maybe not."
"Stop talking in freaking riddles!" Alec screamed, "Can you or can't you?"
"I can't help her. Oh no, only Magnus can do that." She mused, "But I can find that Jace guy for you."