Well, guys I know this is kind of a jump through months, and I don't really like when people do that, but for some reason I was really excited and couldn't wait to write this! But don't worry I'll make it up to you guys. I'll put the lost months in there at some point soon. I promise. I hope you enjoy it!

Unknown fate: Chapter 6

Unknown Fate

Clary wobbled like a penguin into her room. Her back hurt like crap, and she had swollen ankles, always had to pee, was always tired/hungry, moody, etc. Thats the miracle of pregnancy, people. She sighed and sat down on the bed. She grabbed her Japanese takeout bag and took out the steaming black takeout box. But she didn't have anywhere to put it. Or did she? She placed the container on her beach ball of a stomach. It balanced perfectly. Well, that was a bonus. She finished, and just as she was about to put her trash up, her phone rang. "Hey." She said, picking up.

"Hey beautiful."

"Jace, I'm not beautiful right now."

"To me, you're always beautiful."

She couldn't help the blush that creeped up her cheeks. She was just glad he couldn't see it.

"What are you doing right now?"

"Talking to you..."

"Well, duh, I mean other than that."

"Just eating lunch."

"Good. I want you to meet me somewhere."

"Where?"

"Central park."

"Okay..."

"Don't worry we're only meeting there. We're going somewhere else for the real surprise."

She smiled. "Okay. I just have to catch a cab," She said, already gathering her things. "And I'll meet you in 20?"

"See you then."

She waved her hand, trying to hail a cab. She finally got one. She slid in, the duck taped seats and the smell of cigarette smoke in the air familiar.

"Central park."

The driver responded by moving forward.

She looked out the window, the skyscrapers and trees passing by as they neared Central Park. Suddenly, the driver yelled, "Learn how to drive, you dumb shit!" And stuck his finger out the window. Just one of them. The guy kept driving, though obviously irritated. Clary dug out her phone, to play angry birds or something. She heard the screech of tire on asphalt, and then came the crash. She didn't even have time to scream. The impact was the worst. The cab went sliding across the road, hitting a telephone pole, putting a huge dent in the car. Glass shattered, and clary was thrown against the door, her head hitting the glass painfully, breaking it so it sent tiny shards into her hair and clothes. The car flipped onto its side, making sparks fly everywhere. She was tossed this way and that, every where she hit snaking her whole body painfully. Every thing seemed to happen so fast. And then time sped up with her. She was laying on the seat, her phone by her face. An agonizing wave of pain from her lower body hit her, and now she did scream. Her head hurt, well, like a car had crashed into it. She could hear her breath and heartbeat in her ears. The cab driver was out cold, his head resting on the dashboard. Except for a cut on his forehead, he seemed fine. Another wave of pain hit her again, this one more powerful. She gritted her teeth to keep from crying out. Those had only been two minutes apart. What was going on? She unlocked her phone, the screen was completely shattered, but it still worked, Thank the angel. She dialed 911. "911, what's your emergency?"

"I need an ambulance." She said weakly, she couldn't keep the panic out if her voice.

"Mam, please stay clam. Where are you?"

"I-I don't know, the car crashed and I-AH-I can't move."

Couldn't they just track her phone? All she wanted was for the pain to stop, but she knew that wasn't going to happen.

"An ambulance will be there soon. Is there anyone you would like to contact?"

She told them jace's name and number. Everything after that happened in a blur. Flashing lights. Jace's voice, demanding to see her. Then her vision cleared. She was in a hospital hallway, on a gurney, jace was beside her, his hand in hers. She caught snippets of what the doctors were saying as they wheeled her down the hallway.

"The baby is in distress."

"-Losing a lot of blood,"

"-need a blood donor."

"-6 pints of O negative,"

"-might be some head trauma,"

Her hearing became muffled after that, and she couldn't seem to get enough air into her lungs.

They wheeled her into the O.R., placing a mask over her mouth and nose. Jace's hand ripped from hers, as the doctors held him back. Her arm fell limply, and Jace tried to get past the doctors. "Clary!"

"We're losing her!" She heard one of the doctors yell, before her eyelids fell like deadweights and she was gone.

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