AN: Guys. Calm down. Jace isn't going to die. All of you were like, "Why did you do this to me?" Relationships aren't perfect and real life situations like this can HAPPEN. It's a football opportunity. He'll come back in the end. Anywayyssss, thanks for the reviews! You guys got on that FAST. So... enjoy the chapter. It's dramatic, I'm telling you.

I sleep for the rest of the day. There's really no point of getting up anymore. Isabelle wanted to take me shopping earlier to "take my mind off of things". Typical Isabelle.

"Come on, Clary!" She groans. "Get up! You can't just sleep for the rest of the day. It's not healthy. Let's go shopping or something. He'll be back before you know it."

My phone rings and I pick it up. I don't recognize the number but I accept the call anyways.

"Hello?" I manage.

"Hello, is this Ms. Clarissa Morgenstern?"

"Clary," I correct the voice. "Who is this?"

"This is the San Fransisco Medical center. We found your number on Mr. Jonathan Herondale's phone. You were the only contact that picked up."

"Why are you calling me?" A pit of despair starts welling up in my stomach.

"He was involved in a plane crash. Have you not watched the news?"

I turn on the T.V and switch to the news channel. The reporter has a very serious look on his face.

"Plane crash in San Fransisco is the main topic of every conversation throughout the United States. At least 40 bodies were found and still more to come. 17 seriously injured. More updates at 5:00."

"Oh my God," I whisper. "Is he okay?" I can slowly feel my heart beginning to break.

"He's not doing so well. He's alive but two broken bones and a mild concussion aren't something to joke about."

"What bones did he break?"

"His left arm and right leg. He'll be in a wheelchair for a couple of months."

"Okay. Thanks for calling. Bye." I hang up and my eyes start to sting.

No, Clary. Be brave for Charlie. Be brave for Jace. Be brave for your family.

I can't do it. I walk calmly to the kitchen to grab a knife. I slit my wrists quickly and cleanly. I sigh contentedly as I feel the familiar sting of the cuts reverberate through my body.

I clean up the knife and the blood on my arm. I go back to bed. Though instead of sleeping, I use my laptop to book five plane tickets to California.

We sit in the waiting room, bored out of our minds.

"Flight 307 to San Fransisco, please board now. That's flight 307 to San Fransisco, boarding now."

Isabelle, Maryse, Max, Alec, and I all get up at the same time, dragging our multi-colored suitcases behind us. I attempt to breathe steadily. Just because Jace was injured on a plane, doesn't mean you'll be.

I'm relieved when we land five whole hours later. I was too nervous to sleep on the plane so I spent the whole ride clutching the armrests, trying not to hyperventilate. You get to see Jace now.

I run the to hotel reception and book 3 rooms. Isabelle and I will share one, Alec and Max will share one, and Maryse will have her own room.

We get to our rooms and as soon as we out our suitcases down, we're out the door. Mayrse rented a car for us so we pile in and go.

San Fransisco Hospital is about 10 minutes away. It's not that long but when your mind is completely devoid of thoughts, it seems like hours. I barely let the car stop before I climb out and run towards the entrance. This honestly seems like deja vu. I ask for Jace Herondale's room and the lady at the desk tells me, "Room 105."

Alec is right behind me when I sprint into the elevator. I ride to the first floor and rush to the second door on the right. I burst in and Jace is sitting up, on his phone. His left arm and right leg are in black casts. When the door creaks open, he looks up. A flash of surprise crosses his face before a grin engulfs it. I fling my arms around him.

"I thought that you were going to die! Why would you do that to me? Why, Dickhead, why?" I smack his chest weakly.

"Sorry," he chuckles. "I'm fine now, right?"

"You can't play football though."

"Nope. So that means that I get to come home in a couple of months. Both my leg and arm will be healed by then, Red. I'm making progress."

"Charlotte says hi," I smile, patting my stomach.

Jace bends down and kisses my stomach lightly.

"Hey, Charlie. Look, Daddy's alive."

I laugh half-heartedly and smack his good arm. He grins cheekily up at me.

"I've got a surprise for you," he says. My boyfriend reaches onto the bedside table and grabs some keys. He dangles them in front of my face, smiling cheekily.

"What are those?" I ask wearily.

"As an "I'm sorry" present, Coach gave me a luxury apartment."

"To keep?" I ask, incredulously.

"Yup," he nods. "And it has a nurseryyy. The team got here before me and decorated it for Charlotte. You like?"

"I love," I kiss him lightly. When I break away, his face slips into a pout. I laugh.

"Let me just get the rest of your family. They came too."

Jace raises his eyebrows in surprise.

"Oh, really?" I nod, affirmative.

"Izzy cried buckets when she heard," I smirk.

He pulls me into his arms once again.

"Did you cry, Tiny? Hmm?" He whispers seductively into my ear.

I try to keep my breathing steady. I shake my head slowly, even though it's a lie.

"Did you not?" Jace leans closer so his lips are brushing mine. I shake my head, my resolve almost gone.

He presses his lips to mine.

"Did you cry, Clarissa?" I shudder when he uses my full name. I nod and he smirks at he.

He kisses me. This isn't a soft kiss, it's a hard and passionate one. I've been without him for about a week and I'm already missing him. His lips move in perfect synchronization with mine.

I break away and glare at him. He chuckles softly and pushes me back. Jace grabs my wrist and frowns.

"What?" I ask him.

"Are these new cuts?" He asks slowly.

I bite my lip and blush.

"Y-y-yeah."

Anger fills my boyfriend's eyes.

"Clary! I told you to stop fucking cutting yourself! You're honestly giving me a headache. It's not good for you or for Charlie."

I bite the inside of my cheek to stop myself from sobbing out loud. I cry silent sobs and Jace pulls me into his arms once again.

"I'm sorry, Rouge. It's just that... you don't deserve this. You don't deserve any type of depression, okay?" I nod my head.

"Sorry, baby. Don't cry."

I stop my tears eventually and ask him a question.

"Should I go get your family?"

He laughs softly.

"Go. Go get my family."

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