Jace POV
And then the princess will be awake by true loves kiss. And they shall live happily ever after for the rest of their days.
After four surgeries, two times her heart stopped and an induced coma for four days, Clary was grasping along to life by a couple of tubes, needles and my hand that has never left hers, even during surgeries. The coma was probably the worst thing about any of this. If she let go during that, she could never be able to say goodbye. Awake was a little different, not that she was all that awake much anymore. She slept through Christmas while I forced myself to be wide awake.
I have stayed up for this entire thing, only taking about three hour naps every 12 hours. Everyone has been trying to peel me from her, telling me that they will watch her like a hawk. But they don't understand, I can't move. This chair is my new home, my new home is always next to Clary.
They brought Christmas to the hospital room for Clary, even if she was still sleeping. Maybe they were hoping the sound of laughter would wake her up and want to joke in on the festivities. The only Christmas miracle we got that day was a flutter of eyelashes that never opened and the fact that she stayed alive for another life. They did manage to get a few smirks out of me, but never a real smile. It was the least I could do for Clary. I forgot about for a split second, then over come with terrible guilt.
She would of loved the room if she would of been able to piece all of it together. Her window was exactly level with where the ball was to be dropped from, all she would have to do is tilt her head over. Max brought her a different stuffed animal each day he visited, each of then from FAO Schwartz. Izzy kept her face and body washed and hair coaxed into a ponytail like she would of wanted. One day while I was sleeping, her and Max braided her hair in two with golden ribbons weaving and out. The braids, such a Clary look.
It's New Year's Eve right now. Only less than an hour till the new year. Max was down a few floors with a couple of kids that he met, probably trying and failing to stay up to see the ball drop. He needed a break from the outside world, he was only a kid. I don't blame him so do I. Maybe if I get a soda pop, maybe that might re-jog something that I haven't already thought over too much. Even punching in numbers seemed like a hard task right now. Then went through rush of people into Clary's room. Oh well fine and dandy, WAIT WHAT?! WHY WERE THERE NURSES AND DOCTORS GOING INTO CLARY'S ROOM?! That caused me to run though the halls and push most of the the people oit if the way until an angel speak.
"Get the freak off of me. A girl falls asleep for a couple of days and everyone makes the world's biggest fuss about it. Now where is my family? Where are the people that brought me here? Well someone answer before I might slip back into the coma." Yep, my one and only angel, Clary.
"I'm right here sweetheart. Don't worry, we are all here for you. Some of us just a bit sleepier than others." I pointed to Izzy, Alec, Simon and Magnus all curled up on each other and different chairs they dragged into a sleeping arrangement. Couldn't blame them, they have been up almost as much as me.
"Miss we really need to run some more tests on you right now to make sure that you will not go into a coma again." On of the weaselly faced doctors said while trying to get her on a movable bed with a million other people during the same thing and taking over each other.
"STOP EVERYONE, RIGHT NOW! I'm not going anywhere right now. I'm going to sit here and enjoy these last few minutes of the year with my boyfriend and my family. If I die doing that, than just let me die. At least I will die happy. Now leave, please." She said while barely holding back the tears. They all left as quietly as they could, but still managed to get our friends in the corner stirring from their sleep and waking them up.
"You don't really mean that, do you? I mean days ago we were taking about what we were going to get our kids when we get older and now you are going to just let me sit here and watch you die." I said fighting back tears of me own.
"Well I bet this doesn't look all that good for me right now. I probably look like I'm half machine. And this is probably what I will end up looking like for the rest of my life. I will be slowly dying being hooked up to those machines every second, might as well make it a little less painless for everyone." She said while tears slowly slipped down her face. I whipped then off gently, afraid of her breaking.
"There is no easy way to watch a loved one die, Clary. I had to watch my real mom and dad die in front of me. My dad stepped in front of a bullet for my mom and me, he died hooked up to more tubes than you. And my mom passed away at home two because of cancer. She fought till the bitter end, but she still couldn't make it. Please be the one person in my life to fight and make it." Now the tears were rolling down my cheeks and it was her turn to whip them off of me with her tiny thumbs.
"I have fought for this long Jace, ever since I was born I have been fighting. But I'm so tried Jace, you gave a short pause in the fight, but it is back again and harser then ever. And I just can't swing anymore. I wish that I could fight more."
"Then let me fight for you, please. I will pay for it all of that is what you are worried about. I will pay for the best treatment and make sure that you are never alone. Just please Clare, you have to fight. Please, I don't have anyone left that really cares for me the way that you do."
"Oh course you do Jace. Do you think the Lightwoods would of raised you as their own if they didn't? I will make you a deal then, if I can make it through this last hour of the year, I will fight with every ounce of my body. Then when I'm better, you are going to ask me to marry you and we are going to get married. Then you don't have to be alone ever again." She said stroking my hair and cheeks softly as it poured the days, no years, worth of emotions down my face.
"You drive a hard bargain,but how could I ever say no. Now lets get you unhooked from some of these machines." I said drying me eyes and calling the doctors in to explain the plan.
I know they must of thought that this is crazy, but they did eventually go along with it. They only left the IV drip and the pulse monitor because of regulations. She looked normal again, she looked like my Clary. Izzy made all of us step outside if the door so that she could change Clary. And you could hear the bickering over what she was going to wear, up it sounded like Clary won in the end using the dying girl card to her advantage.
We were allowed to come back in and Izzy was sitting on Clary's bed braiding her hair down her back. Unlike Izzy, who still had pretty nice clothes for visiting the hospital, Clary was in a pair of my sweats and one of my old shirt. And she never could of looked more beautiful, even in that giant ballgown Izzy made her wear.
"Hey, how are you feeling? I know its only been like five minutes, but still." I ask neverously and grab her hand.
"Well I'm sore for all of those needles and tubes coming out of various parts of my body, a little frustrated at Izzy for trying to put me in jeans and extremely tired to counteract all of the sleep that I just received. Now get in this bed right now and cuddle with me." She demanded in a sleepy tone losing all of its sharpness.
This was the feeling that I missed the most. For the past week, I haven't been able to really touch her in fear that I would hurt her more or worse, kill her. Now we were lying in this bed looking out the window, like it we were back at the dorm. Like none of this had ever happened. She started, well tried to, to keep conversation with everyone else but she kept on coughing too often to answer them. Max finally can up from his new friends room when he fell asleep. But he soon went that way, curled around Clary's and my legs, snoring quiet loudly.
"Look at that. At least now we don't have to stand out in the cold and dark to watch the ball drop. We have front row seat." She said with a light smile on her lips.
"We were hoping that you would wake up in time to watch it drop. Other wise this view would of went to waste. But it doesn't seem like that right now, only a couple of minutes left till the new year." I said quietly. Everyone else was falling alseep again, looks like they would kiss their New year's kisses.
"Jace, a couple minutes isn't all that accurate of tracking time. You are going to be late to any event that we have to go to if that is how you tell time." She said weakly.
"Me, I'm always early to stuff in case you haven't noticed. You tend to be the one that is late or pushing it when it comes to time limits. Tonight is a pretty good example." That got the tiniest of laughter out of her.
"Would you like me to go back to sleep? Maybe next time I will wake up a couple of minutes before your birthday. I'm pretty good at pushing it, you know." She said teasingly.
"I don't want you to ever go to sleep again. I don't know when the next time that you will wake up will be." I said sounding like a scared a little child.
"You can't be scared all the time for me Jace. Everything will work out in the long run for the best and everyone will be happy. Look ten...eight...six...four...two...one." she said. I turned her around quicker than I should have, tilted her head up and fitted my lips to her's.
She was the best taste in the world, like straight sugar and vanilla creme. Every single hair on my body was standing straight up, electrified by her touch. I memorized her everymove of her first kiss. Her eyes shot wide open when she closed them and attempted to kiss me back. But it was her first kiss and I couldn't blame her for trying. Finally she gave up and let me do the work. The beeping of the monitor kept on shooting up until it was basically one solid beep. Wait, that was one solid beep and the sound of rushed footstep.
Max and I were ripped off of the bed and pushed into the corner of the room with everyone else. They started putting different pumps over her mouth and pumping her chest. NO NO NO! This can't be happening, it was the New year. She was supposed to be fighting to stay alive, she promise. Then came the cheering for outside, the ball finally dropped from the tower.
And so dropped Clary's heart. She wasn't counting down the ball drop like what I thought that she was. She knew that she was dying, she was counting down to her death. The doctors all back away from her and spoke to us "I would say your last goodbyes right now while she can register then." They all departed in a single line, taking the machines with them.
Each of them went up one by one, struggling out their last goodbye. Izzy practically soaked her pillow and Max couldn't even bring himself to say much. All he did was hug her tightly snd mumble out "I didn't get to protect you, princess. I'm sorry I failed." That sent Izzy into an even worst state. The little boy knight didn't get to protect his princess he crushed on. Then and lastly was my turn.
"Hey Clare bear. It's me Jace. I don't know if you can actually tell that its me or not. I'm so sorry for everything. I acted like a complete asshole to you the first time I meet you. And then I tried to cover up our friendship for a while with some unconventional ways.
But I don't any of the seconds that I used on you, whether it was thinking about you in class when I was supposed to be learning or holding you at night. Our relationships started in beds and I guess it is going to end that way. I love you, Clarissa Adele Morgenstern. I love you now, I will you when I'm dying and I love you in the life after that. Please open your eyes one more time, I need to see those beautiful green eyes." And she did, just slightly. But they were still as bright as ever.
"I thought that you were going to let me die without ever telling me that. I love you too, Jonathan Christopher Lightwood. You look like a knight in golden armor, you always have." She was barely above a whisper and she took and raggedy breaths, making my heart sink.
"The knight in shining armor that forgot to save his princess."
"You should of told me Max had a crush on me. I could of saved him a dance."
"Why would I do that when I wanted you all to myself? And look where that got me on keeping you."
"At least you were my first and last kiss, unless there is some creepy necrophilia out there." Her comment got me to smile a bit.
"This was supposed to be the rest of your Christmas present, but you were kind of sleeping," I pulled the small blue box out of my jacket "I remember you saying that you didn't believe in marriage, that they always failed. So this is a promise. To keep you before me in anything and everything that I might do. Even with the path we are on, I'm forever and completely your's Clarissa." Tears poured down her face which both of us were trying to wipe away.
Isabelle picked out the ring from Tiffany's the day before Christmas, just in case she woke up. I know it costed me a pretty penny, but she was worth it. A golden band with the brightest emerald that they had set in the middle, representing both of our eyes. I slid the ring onto her ashy hand, her whole body going cold and pale.
"It hurts Jace. It really hurts." She said crying, breaking my heart even further.
"I know sweetie. I promise it be over soon, then you never have a worry again." I stroked her hair back as softly as I could.
"Promise that you will miss me, Jace. I don't want to die and just be another plot in the ground."
"How could you even think that? You will never leave my thoughts or my heart, ever. But I have one request for you if you think you are up for it."
"What is it?"
"Be happy up there, have a house ready with a million paintings for when I come home to you. And try to make sure the neighbors don't get annoyed with our kids playing the piano on the floor."
"I will. Is spaghetti okay for dinner?"
"Sounds perfect. I love you Clary Morgenstern."
"I love you Jace..."
Her last word was my name. The doctors came back in and finished taking the machines off of her. They tried to get me to move, but I just sat on her bed and cradled her. A small burning sensation started in on my collar bone when I had her thumb resting. I pushed my shirt slightly aside to find a burning scar into my else left the room, trying to pull themselves together. I honestly thought that they had left the entire building when the door opened up again. But it wasn't my parents, it was her's.
"What the hell are you doing here? GO, LEAVE! You have no right to be here." I yelled at the intruders.
"I have no right!? I have every right in the world to be here to support my daughter in her fight to live as her mom." Her mother said stepping closer to us. I put Clary's body behind us so she would be safe from her.
"Well, you missed your fucking chance. She is been in here for over a week, barely surviving. If you would of cared you would of been here to say your last goodbye, but instead my family had to do it for you."
"What do you mean by last goodbyes? The lady, your mother, said that Clary was sleeping." The man said.
"Yeah well she is going to be sleeping for eternity in a dirt blanket. She died just after midnight surrounded by people that loved her." I said getting up from the bed and covering Clary with a blanket.
"Are you saying that I don't love my daughter? How dare you say that to me. I love her." Her mom screamed at me.
"You say that you love her, but if you did. You would of been when she was dying. Eight days, you were eight days late to say that you love your daughter. And I know that we contacted you as soon as we checked her in here."
"We had other things to deal with first. I'm sorry that we went able to teleport the exact second that I got the message. There were a couple of other things in our way." She said to me.
"WHAT COULD BE MORE IMPORTANT THAN YOUR ONLY DAUGHTER? We have spent days worrying if you would ever show up and if she would see her parents again. And it looks like she wouldn't now." I screamed at them, feeling the tears come back.
"Everyone please shut up. Why are my parents here? Why are you yelling?," Her voice, I could hear her voice. I was going insane "Jace why are these people here?"
I turned around and Clary was sitting criss cross applesauce on her bed, perfectly unharmed. She looked as healthy as the first time I ever meet her. A scared but happy smile spread across her face. My Clary was back, she was alive.
So, how about that? Clary turned out to be perfectly fine in the end and ALIVE. Plus, two huge plot twist in one chapter. I think I did pretty okay. Now they can live in happiness and figure out who exactly did this to Clary. A lot of you have already guessed, but I really want to hear what the rest of you think. ANOTHER UPDATE TOMORROW AS WELL. THIS STORY WILL BE CONTINUED TO BE UPDATED DAILY UNTIL IT IS DONE UNLESS I TELL YOU OTHERWISE IN THESE LITTLE NOTES. I WILL BE TWEETING THE TIME THAT I UPDATE ON TWITTER newyorklove21. I love you my little minions for sticking with my evil ways of making me hate some of the things that I do. It will be a happy ending, I promise you that.