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" she has retrograde amnesia." The doctor said.

" what the fuck is that?" Clary didn't mean to be so abrupt or rude, but the sight of the hospital had stored up some unwanted feelings again.

" retrograde amnesia", the doctor replied not even acknowledging Clary's profanity,

" is when a person looses there memories from a certain point in time, usually caused by a traumatic experience. It's sort of like your mind trying to block out what ever was hurting you."

Clary took a few moments to process this. Finally she asked her first intelligent question of the day, ( most of the previous ones that day, had included some inappropriate language…)

" what does my mother still remember?"

the doctor replied professionally as always, but Clary was certain she'd saw a sad look cross his face.

" Your mother believes that she is still happily married to her husband, and has a 2 year old son."

" Jonathan…" Clary murmured.

As much as she was angry with her brother for kidnapping her, she'd grown to like him over the past few weeks. His death, despite what she'd been telling everyone, had, had it toll on her. A little part of her had been crushed, as the light faded from her only brother's eyes. Suddenly a realization hit her and a single tear escaped her eyes.

" my mother doesn't know that Jonathan's dead." She hadn't stated it as a question, but she looked at the doctor for conformation. He nodded.

" when can I see her?" she asked.

" now, if you'd like. She's ready for you."

Yeah, but I'm not ready for her, Clary thought, but she didn't say it out loud. Instead she nodded, and walked into her mother's room. It was like any other hospital room. Everything was white, including the flowers that sat on the window sill.

Clary's mother lay in her bed, looking only slightly better than before. Her green eyes, underlined by dark circles. She walked up to the bed, not ready for the task at hand.

" hi, mo-" Clary stopped herself. " Jocelyn. How are you?"

Her mother looked at her, still not recognizing her own daughter.

" hello, I'm fine. I'd really like to see my husband, but for some reason they won't send him in."

There was a light tone to her voice, as if this was all some big misunderstanding.

" Jocelyn, I'm going to tell you something that you don't wanna hear, but its something you have to know."

Jocelyn gave Clary a puzzled look, but didn't contradict her, so Clary took it as a sign to keep going.

" Your…. husband, Valentine Morgenstern and you have been divorced for sixteen years. You haven't seen your son since. He's not two, he's eighteen…. Or he was eighteen."

Jocelyn's calm expression, was turning progressively into one of anger.

" I'm sorry, but I think you should leave." she finally said.

" I will, but I have to tell you everything first."

Clary's hands were starting to shake, but she wasn't sure if it was from anger or nervousness.

" Valentine kidnapped you three weeks ago. He kept you hidden in a wear house- thats why your in such bad condition. He sent Jonathan- your son- out to find me and make me trust him. I did, and then he poisoned me and kidnapped me as well. Jace- my boyfriend- came to rescue me, but valentine tried to shoot him. In the end Jonathan took the bullet for both of us. He died."

Jocelyn was crying, but I could still see the denial on her face.

" why, would my son save you? I don't know you! And my son is two, not eighteen! Stop lying to me, and leave!"

Clary started to cry. She was about to leave, when she looked back.

" I'm Clarissa Fray, your daughter and Jonathan's sister."

And with that, she turned the nob on the door and walked out, head held high, despite the rush of tears running down her face.