Simon stood outside Clary apartment fingering the little velvet box he had taken to carrying around. Biting his lip he shoved the box further in his pocket and began to ascend the stairs to Clary's. He was ashamed he just left her last night and was honestly concerned for her mental health. But none the less she kicked him out and she was an adult, she had the right to a night alone after a stressful evening.
He opened to door as quietly as he could but it still creaked, in protest. He listened carefully but heard nothing, Clary can sleep through anything, he remember knocking over the dresser and she didn't even stir, not even when Jocelyn came rushing in.
He stood in the kitchen looking over the fridge, finally settling on bacon and French toast, Clary doesn't like eggs but she doesn't mind them on bread. Simon figured she'd be easier to deal with after she ate, considering she probably hadn't eaten last night.
With the aromas from breakfast spreading through the apartment and the fresh cut roses sitting in Jocelyn vase on the table, Simon went to wake up Clary. To his surprise her bed was empty, I quick twinge of panic spread through out him, horrible thoughts speed through his mind. He realized how ridicules he was being she was probably fine. "she's an adult Simon" he muttered to him self. Almost as an after thought, he decided to check her "studio".
The door was hard to open almost as if she had barricaded it. After pushing his way through the door, he almost through up. Clary lying in a puddle of vomit with blood running from her nose her left arm was swollen, balloon size. Trying desperately to remember his mediocre first aid, he had to take to work at Starbucks; he ran out and called an ambulance.
When the ambulance finally arrived Simon was cradling Clary, waiting for them in the lobby. The paramedics gently took her from him and the female paramedic with curly brown hair shot him a death glare, as if he was to blame. And maybe he was, he shouldn't have left her, he was in that fucking apartment for a couple of hours before he even thought to look for her.
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Clary's head felt like a bass drum during band practice and not a good band either more like "puppet imprint", Simon's band when they first started. With her eyes squeezed shut she slowly lifted her body, only to be forcibly pushed to the bed, she tried to cry out and thrash around in protest but she couldn't move. Going limp she slowly opened her eyes, to see a woman with pink skin standing over her. Clary quickly squeezed her eyes and muttered something about the trick of the light and her mind running wild.
She felt hot moist air by her ear. A surprisingly normal female voice rang out. "What is a shadow hunter doing here? Do you not have your own infirmary?"
Clary opened her eyes again and decided, the "nurse" was suffering from some sort of skin condition. "Shadow hunter?" she managed to get out, her voice horse and barley above a whisper, which got a sympathetic look.
"Drink this" a brown sweet smelling liquid was thrust at her. Carefully she took a sip, it warmed her, thoroughly. "Look kid there's, nothing physically wrong with you, but if you don't know what a shadow hunter is- if you're still sticking to that? You shouldn't be playing with it, those ruins, they're powerful"
"I don't know what it is! And I'm not doing magic! I just, I found my mom's pen and I drew on myself I have no idea how I ended up here!"
The pink woman, which Clary had decided to call Pinky, pinched her nose and let out a sigh. "Talk to your mom" she turned and was almost out of the room before Clary called after her. This may be the one link to her mom's world.
"Do you know a good necromancer? My mom and her boyfriend died last week" Clary heard her swear. "Just tell me, who Magnus Bane is?"
Pinky leaned close, so close Clary could smell her tic tac breath, "he's the high Warlock of Brooklyn, he won't see you but here's the address" Pinky, scribbled something on a piece of paper. "And Clary" she said looking at her chart "don't play with that pen anymore". Then she turned and was gone.