Name Calling

"You leaving early again?" Raphael asked as I packed up my stuff behind the bar.

"Yeah." I said half paying attention.

"You know you don't have to keep working everyday. Everything's been settled hasn't it." He said leaning against the bar. I looked over at my boss. He wasn't smiling or joking, he was being serious. Everyone has been talking to me in such a serious way since two weeks ago. It was getting rather annoying.

"Yes it has, but I still have to pay for my own things. I'm not his real daughter, and I don't want to be. Besides Valentine has a ton of other expenses to take care of at the moment." I explained as I headed for the door.

"He signed up for it, he should already know what it means to take care of a kid." Raphael said.

I looked over my shoulder at him before walking out the door. "He already is taking care of a kid. Shut up Santiago."

"Evening Mira. Is it your shift already?" Asked Caterina.

I looked over at the woman and nodded, "Yes. Has she left yet?" I asked stopping next to the large desk.

"Just a short time ago." She smiled kindly at me before turning back to her computer.

"Thank you." I said heading down the too white hall and towards the room I could find with my eyes closed by now.

The curtains were drawn closed blocking out the yellow glow of the street below, the only light coming from the stead beeping monitor next to the bed. I dropped my backpack into the unused chair next to the door before walking over to the table across from the bed where gifts were left. The number had increased again. More flowers and cards, tacky get well soon boxes of candy, a hockey player shaped balloon with 'feel better' written on it. I moved away from the table before I had the urge to throw them all away. If they wanted him to get better they would show up to visit. They would come in person instead of sending a delivery man.

I flopped into the seat next to the bed drawing my knees to my chest as I stared at him. He was motionless except for the steady rise and fall of his chest. He didn't look like his usual self with tubes in his nose, an I.V in his arm and a heart monitor hooked up to his unbandaged hand. His right hand was in a cast. Apparently in the accident it was what suffered the most damage, and had to be completely remodeled in surgery. His chest and back were scratched up and bruised, but nothing really serious. The only thing that had doctors concerned was the fact that he was still in a coma. They had figured it was due to shock and trauma, but after the first week they weren't sure anymore. They say he's fine and should wake up at any moment, but he just won't.

"Jonathan wake up you ass." I muttered into the silence.

He didn't move.

"I love you." I said watching is eyes. Waiting for them to spring open and stare at me with smug humor.

Not even a twitch.

"Moron, you missed Christmas. You got a ton of shit you don't need again." I said hoping that talk of the just past holiday would help rouse him.

The heart monitor continued it's steady beeping while Jonathan's chest rose with breath, then fell on the exhale.

"If you can breathe then open your eyes, or are you that mad at me? You just don't ever want to see my face again you decided to stay in your head." My throat grew tight and the backs of my eyes prickled with the tears that had been making a regular appearance the last two weeks. I got up from my chair and stood right next to him. I couldn't bring myself to touch him, the last memory I had of touching him was the flutter of his fading pulse against my fingertips. I wanted to touch him, but if I did, would it only make him even madder and he wold never come out of his coma?

"You're a complete idiot, you know that? Running after me, and leading me to think you might like me, just to end up getting hit by a cyclist and a gypsy cabby. Why didn't you just ignore me like usual? Why didn't you just stay with that stupid slut? Maybe you wouldn't be like this now if you did. IDIOT." I cried clinging to the edge of the bed sheet.

I squeezed my eyes shut as I cried over him. His even breaths brushing against my forehead. I choked back a sob so the doctors and nurses passing by outside couldn't hear me.

"Ergod. You're loud." Came a moan.

I clamped my mouth shut on a sob as my eyes sprung open. It was a blur and dark but I saw movement, and not just from breathing. His head moved to the side then towards me. I frantically wiped at my eyes so I could see better because this had to be a dream I was still sitting in the chair asleep. I just don't remember falling asleep, and this was a cruel dream that would destroy my heart when I woke up.

"J-Jonathan?" I choked out.

His eyes slowly blinked open. Their dark depths looking right at me. What a horribly beautiful dream.

"No it's Moses." His voice was thick with sleep and rough from lack of use but it was definitely his voice. My heart trembled.

I chortled. "Of course the first thing out your mouth would be sarcasm."

"Is there any other way?" He tried to smirk but it failed as a pained expression crossed his face. "Damn I hurt."

"You were in the middle of a four car crash. You're lucky to only have bruises and a busted hand." I said as my legs became weak but I stayed next to his bed. "What the hell were you thinking?" I demanded even though I knew I should have gotten a doctor or a nurse and tell them he was awake. But I needed answers. "I knew you were stupid, but clearly you're insane. Jay walking and practically dying, you dumbass."

"You've been calling me names this whole time, haven't you?" He questioned. This time he managed a smirk and it sent me over the edge.

The tears returned and I sank to my knees next to his bed gripping the sheets with numbing force. "Why the hell did you follow me for? Why do you constantly make me worry about you? You're killing me Jonathan Christopher Morgenstern."

"I hate that name." He stated flatly.

"And I love you! What're my answers?" I demanded looking at him. We were eye level and his face was close to mine, but he couldn't move. This was as close as we could get.

"I wonder about that." He breathed a laugh.

"Jonathan." I pressed as the tears blurred his face.

"I do wonder." He looked away from me and to the ceiling. "Why I chased after you, why I listened to you during the hockey game, why I let you hold my hand, why I had sex with you, why I call you when I need something, why you're the first one to show up when I need help. I wonder about those things all the time. I wonder why I even like you. You're annoying, loud, bitchy, demanding-"

"Jerk."

"You call me names all the time, even when I'm unconscious. So why do I even like you? Maybe that's why I wanted you out of the house I didn't want to see your face every day when I woke up, or maybe that's why I brought those annoying women over just to bug you." He just went on and on like I hadn't said anything.

"Jonathan shut up." I said pressing my hand over his mouth, gently of course. He just woke up from a coma. "You know you either don't say enough or you say too much. "I like you" would have been enough, now you're starting to sound like Jace and it's grossing me out." I half joked.

I removed my hand and Jonathan was making a disgusted face. "It must be the fucking morphine. There's no way I would sound like Lightwood without wanting to kill myself." He defended.

A smile crossed my face for the first time since the day of the accident. A real smile without being forced. "I know."

"Mira?" Jonathan questioned looking back at me and I couldn't stop myself.

I pulled myself to my feet and leaned down pressing my mouth to Jonathan's. I needed this kiss, I needed it to prove it wasn't a dream. It wasn't. It was real. His mouth tasted stale but it was moving against mine like it had that one night. The night I thought I had gotten ahead of myself, but by Jonathan's words he liked me even then. As the kiss continued I brought my hand up to the side of Jonathan's face, feeling the stubble from the lack of shaving as I smoothed my thumb over his cheek.

I pulled back just enough to speak while Jonathan caught his breath. "If I see you with another girl this is not where you'll be waking up next time. You'll be shaking hands with the devil on your way to hell." I warned.

"Then I should be careful not to get caught." He chuckled.

"Jonathan Christo-"

He pressed his lips to mine. "Just a joke. I know better than to challenge you." He said before kissing me again.

"Good." I muttered into the kiss.

Okay so I haven't decided whether the next chapter will be the last or not yet, so be prepared for anything!

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