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~Clary~
I sat outside the hospital room, waiting anxiously for the doctors to finish with Jace. My worry increases exponentially as each second passed. Valentine had said Jace wasn't seriously injured, but I didn't trust him as far as I could throw them.
The door swung open, and I leapt up. "How is he?" I asked, going to the first doctor who exited the room.
She smiled reassuringly. "Your husband will be fine, Mrs. Wayland. He had three broken ribs, as well as several lacerations and contusions, but he should be ready to leave the hospital in a week. That was some nasty fall."
I nodded. "We have a spiral staircase, so he had plenty to hit himself on the way down. May I go in and sit with him?"
The doctor nodded. I thanked her and went into Jace's room. He slept peacefully, his heartbeat monitor pulsing smoothly. I pulled up a chair beside his bed and watched his chest rise and face. Occasionally, his face would contort in pain, but he remained sleeping through the entire night while I thought.
I would have to contact his parents in the morning, but I wanted to have some time with him before I left, which was why I'd lied about Jace and I being married.
I didn't know why Valentine wanted me. Frankly, I didn't care. But he had demonstrated earlier that he would harm those I loved to get to me.
No matter what, I had to protect Jace, Sebastian, and Mom.
~Valentine~
I sat behind my mahogany desk, as I waited patiently for Clarissa to make the decision. There would be only one answer. Her fierce loyalty would only allow her one.
There was a knock on my door. "Enter," I called.
It opened, and Clarissa entered, tiny and fragile, but with strong eyes. "I'll do whatever you want," she told me. "As long as you never bother Jace, Sebastian, or Mom ever again."
I smiled. Everything was going according to plan.
~Sebastian~
A bright light interrupted my sleep. I groaned and tried to roll over, still tired, but there was a pain in my arm. I cracked open an eye and saw tubes attached to my arm.
"What's going on?" I muttered.
"Sebastian!" my mom cried. Suddenly her hands grabbed me and she was hugging me tightly. Confused, I let her hug me for a while, before I tried to get out of her grip.
"Mom?" I asked. "Why am I in the hospital?"
She pulled away, getting a distant look in her eyes. There was a sinking feeling in my stomach.