Clary sat in a hard plastic chair of the police office wringing her sweaty hands in her were beginning to get sticky causing them to burn each other, but Clary kept wringing them, ignoring the growing pain. Jocelyn sat next to her in an identical looking chair. She was perfectly still, her face an emotionless mask. Clary had always wished to be able to do that. Completely hide her emotions from the world, but somehow, they'd always creeped their way in at the most unwanted moments. Her cheeks would blush with embarrassment, her lips would spread at inappropriate jokes and her eyebrows would furrow when something angered her.
" Clarissa and Jocelyn Fray?" A bald man in a blue police uniform called.
Clary and her mother both stood, and followed the officer. He lead them both down a tiled corridor until they reached a black metal door. The man typed in a key code and a buzzer sounded, followed by a blinking green light indicating that the door was unlocked. The officer stepped through the door, swiftly accompanied by Clary's mother, then finally, after taking in a deep breath, Clary.
The room was small and rectangular. A window stretched from one end to another looking up into a room with lines and numbers placed strategically along the wall. The room looked much like in Clary's imagination. It highly resembled the ones she'd seen in movies and shows. A different, ginger haired officer with a neatly combed beard and moustache sat at a desk with a microphone attached to some sort of machine. He introduced himself as Officer Grahm. He explained that they were going to send in eight men that all matched the description of Valentine, and that Clary and her mother would have to tell them which man it was for sure.
" We're almost certain of which one it is but we need you to clarify it." Grahm said. "One of the men is missing a finger. We're haven't done any tests yet, but we believe that it's the same finger that was found in the fire two months ago."
Clary gasped, remembering watching the news about a week before receiving the phone call from Jonathan. The news lady was saying that the only trace of a body left after the fire, was a single finger with a family ring on it. Her memory then flashed to that night in the storage wear house when Valentine had tried to shoot Jace. He had been wearing black leather gloves. On his right hand, the one that was holding the gun, the part of the glove that would have held his pinky finger looked empty. At the time, Clary hadn't thought much of it. After all, a weird hand was the least of her concerns since she was about to witness the death of her maybe boyfriend, but as she listened to the officers words, the puzzle pieces finally began to fit together. At that moment, Officer Grahm asked if they were ready to send in the suspects. Clary nodded.
Grahm said something into the microphone and eight blonde-hair black-eyed men walked in a straight line into the room where they stood shoulder to shoulder against the pale baize wall. Clary saw him immediately, and she was about to point him out to the officers in the room when she heard a gasp from her mother. She turned her head just in time to see Jocelyn Fray fall to the ground, tears already dripping down her unconscious face.
The rest of Clary's stay at the police station was a blur. She vaguely remembered screaming, as blood began to stream from her mother's head where she'd hit the cement floor. The tangy metallic aroma was making it's way around the room. Medics showed up and took Jocelyn to the hospital, but the police told Clary that she had to stay there and finish the identification process. She'd told the officers that indeed, the man missing the pinky was Valentine Morgenstern. She then signed some papers before finally calling Jace and waiting Impatiently for him to show up.
As he pulled up to the front of the station, Clary raced out through the automatic doors and ran out to the black SUV. She'd told Jace that they had to get to the hospital right away. The car was moving before Clary's door was even closed.
" What happened?" Jace asked, frantically driving as fast as he could without breaking the speed limit.
" I don't know." Clary said still in a state of shock. "One minute she was calm, then the next she just collapsed."
As Jace parked the car, Clary was already in the building, demanding the nurse to tell her which room her mother was in.
" I''m sorry sweetie," the nurse said kindly, " but I'm afraid I can't let you in at the moment. Your mother is currently having a CT scan. I'll let you know as soon as she's out and her stitches are done. In the mean time, you may sit there in the waiting room. She gestured to the small space litterd with chairs and a small TV hanging in the corner.
Just then, Jace walked through the doors of the hospital. He sat with Clary in the waiting room, holding her hand, rubbing little circles on it with his thumb.
" It's alright Clary." He said soothingly. " The most she probably has from the fall is a concussion."
Clary knew he was probably right, but she couldn't help but worry. Her mom had ben through so much recently, it was no wonder she'd broken down like that. About an hour later, the nurse called Clary in to finally see her mother.
As Clary stepped into the pure brightly lit hospital room, she saw her mom laying on the bed sleeping. Her head was covered in bandages. Clary walked over to her, and took her hand. Her mother stirred before opening her bright green eyes.
" Clary?" She asked, tears streaming down her eyes. " Is that you darling?"
Clary's eyes filled with tears and she didn't even bother trying to stop them. She let them flow freely down her cheeks, because nothing mattered in that moment except for that her mother finally knew who she was.
" Mom," She said, saliva forming in her mouth because of her tears. " Mommy, your back. You remember me again."
Jocelyn laughed at the sight of seeing her daughter so happy. She pulled her down into a hug, one hand petting Clary's soft red curls while the other squeezed her hard against her chest.
" Of course I remember you." She whispered into her ear. " I'll always remember my little girl."
The two stayed like that for a long time, engulfed in each others arms. The only family Clary had ever truly known, was finally back in her life, and she'd never felt so happy before in all of her existence. Jocelyn Fray, her mother, was finally back, and in that moment, Clary felt like she was five again, her mother being the most important person in her life again, for the first time in months.
Kay guys! We're almost there! There will be one more chapter then it'll be the epilogue, then It's done. I'm soooo grateful to anyone and everyone who's read this thus far! I hope you continue with me until the end! PLEASE REVIEW!