Jace couldn't believe what was happening. The ambulance had arrived in a screech of sirens and flashes of blue lights, and people had poured onto the scene. It took two people to lift the motorbike off of her, just to make sure that they didn't drop it on her again. There was blood everywhere and the term "massive blood loss" was being thrown around as the paramedics bustled around placing an oxygen mask over her face and fixing on this brace and this splint. She looked so frail, her leathers expertly cut away to expose her injuries, a large bruise purpling on her forehead. They were also muttering something about "suspected head trauma" and how they should get her to the hospital as soon as possible.
"Sir? Excuse me sir, but I have to ask, are you any relation to the young lady?" one of the paramedics asked, waiting patiently for his reply.
Completely without thinking Jace blurted "I'm her boyfriend."
Isabelle arrived at the hospital as they whisked Clary away to surgery. Jace was pacing, and he kept looking at his hands, a look of what could only be described as shock and resignation on his face.
But Izzy didn't see that. She just saw the boy that broke her best friend's heart, tore it to pieces and left her to pick them up again. She saw someone heartless, someone who quite clearly would land her friend in hospital and then have the audacity to show up and pretend to be concerned.
"What the hell are you doing here!" she screamed, slapping him across the face with all her might. "How dare you! How dare you show your face here after all you did! You should be ashamed you heartless bastard!"
He looked up at her, his face pink and stinging, with eyes that were empty and the expression of a man that was broken and dying inside.
It was then Izzy looked down at his hands and saw the blood there, and said "oh hell no. you cannot possibly, after all this time, have decided you're in love with her. Jace, you idiot. You just love to ruin everything don't you?"
The radio was on in her room, playing music softly. It was a private room, with a security guard who sat a few metres down the hall just in case anyone who shouldn't be visiting appeared. She needed her rest, and she needed privacy.
The hours that she was in surgery Jace spent talking to Isabelle, and by the end of a lengthy discussion about his feelings for the red head, he'd realised one thing. Izzy was right. He was in love with Clarissa. He knew that she didn't reciprocate anymore, and that she never would, but Izzy, her ever so wise best friend simply sat there and said "she's very good at putting on a front Jace. She won't admit it to herself, let alone anyone else, but there's a part of her that stops her forming any serious relationship with a guy because she's already found one. And hell, if what you've told me now and what I've seen since I arrived is you're real feelings for her, I know that you will move mountains to make things right by her. The challenge is convincing her that you regret what you did to her, and making her see that you've changed. You'll regret breaking her heart every single day until the day that she wakes up and admits she's still in love with you, but hell, at the end of it you'll be changed for the better. Because we're meant to learn from our mistakes, so that we don't make them again. You have to change to show her that she's not making the same mistake twice.
"Now, when they roll her out of surgery you go straight to her room and sit there until she wakes up and think about what you are going to do to put right all your wrong right."
The radio kept on crackling, and as Jace stared at Clarissa, lying frail in the bed, bruised, stitched and bandaged, with lines and monitors coming away from her.
"And now for a rather underplayed song I think. This is the debut single by young artist Jace Herondale, released when he was still in school. It never made it far in the charts, but I think this is possibly one of the best debuts I've ever heard. Its all about the girl who got away, who we now know as possibly one of the most famous young artists of the decade. This is Jace Herondale, and Lego House"
I'm gonna pick up the pieces,
and build a lego house
if things go wrong we can knock it down
My three words have two meanings,
there's one thing on my mind
It's all for you
And it's dark in a cold December,
but I've got ya to keep me warm
and if you're broken I will mend ya and keep you sheltered from the storm that's raging on now
I'm out of touch, I'm out of love
I'll pick you up when you're getting down
and out of all these things I've done
I think I love you better now
I'm out of sight, I'm out of mind
I'll do it all for you in time
And out of all these things I've done
I think I love you better now, now
I'm gonna paint you by numbers
and colour you in
if things go right we can frame it, and put you on a wall
And it's so hard to say it but I've been here before
and I will surrender up my heart
and swap it for yours
I'm out of touch, I'm out of love
I'll pick you up when you're getting down
and out of all these things I've done
I think I love you better now
I'm out of sight, I'm out of mind
I'll do it all for you in time
And out of all these things I've done
I think I love you better now
Don't hold me down
I think my braces are breaking
and it's more than I can take
And if it's dark in a cold December,
I've got ya to keep me warm
and if you're broken then I will mend ya
and keep you sheltered from the storm that's raging on, now
I'm out of touch, I'm out of love
I'll pick you up when you're getting down
and out of all these things I've done
I think I love you better now
I'm out of sight, I'm out of mind
I'll do it all for you in time
And out of all these things I've done
I think I love you better now
I'm out of touch, I'm out of love
I'll pick you up when you're getting down
and out of all these things I've done
I will love you better now
I'm out of sight, I'm out of mind
I'll do it all for you in time
And out of all these things I've done
I think I love you better now
I'm out of touch, I'm out of love
I'll pick you up when you're getting down
and out of all these things I've done
I will love you better now
Jace remembered recording this song. He'd been young, upset over the circumstances over which his best relationship had ended. When the guy had asked him to come to the studio and record some tracks, he could only sing about one thing. They couldn't make an album out of it, but they managed to salvage one single from his emotional wreck.
Clary's eyes flickered open.
Where was she?
Lyrics belong to Ed Sheeran, obvs.
Vikki ;)~
Ps, sorry for the slow update, I've had a lot on my plate and it's tough. On the brightside, I've finally come up with a mind blowing novel idea (I hope). If you want a synopsis or a sample either PM me or tell me in a review. I'll get one to you.