A./N. Hey everyone! These weekly updates seem like I have to wait forever to get them to all of you. I'm glad I'm doing this today instead of yesterday because I was so tired, first full week of high school, done. Anyways, on to the story!

Disclaimer: I only own the plot

Clary p.o.v.

Everything's black, and I don't know what's going on until I start hearing muffled voices, and things start getting clearer.

I open my eyes to see a white ceiling, so I must not be at home, and a clinical smell that perforates the room.

I blink away the blurriness, and turn my head to the side.

"Clary! You're awake! They said you would wake up eventually, but I was still so worried!" My mother's face comes into view, along with Luke's when I turn, and they both squeeze the life out of me with a hug. My mom is talking quickly into my neck, like she thought I was dead.

"Wh-what happened?" I ask them, my voice a hoarse whisper.

"You don't remember? You had collapsed and were out cold, so we called an ambulance. You almost hit your head, but your mother caught you before you hit the ground." Luke tells me.

"If you're wondering how long you were out, I can answer that for you, Ms. Fray." I turn my head to the right and see a doctor, a woman, standing there.

"I'm Dr. Gadic, and you were out for a day. We did some blood tests to see why you've been so sick recently."

"Ummm o-okay, what did you find out?" I ask.

"It seems that all the nausea, exhaustion, dizziness, all the unusual things that have been plaguing you were due to an unhealthy amount of stress. We've decided to keep you here for another day, just to make sure you recover. And before I go, I'd like to talk to Ms. Fray alone, please. Just some other personal questions." She says.

"Of course, we'll be right outside, sweetie." My mom says.

Once they close the door behind them, Dr. Gadic pulls up a chair next to my bed and sits down.

"Now, Clary, your parents filled out you patient admission form for you, but I would like to know some things that they most likely don't know; if you would be okay with it." She says.

I fist my hands in the white hospital blanket, and look at her, thinking that something must be wrong.

"Uh-uh sure, that's fine, I guess." I tell her. I hope it isn't something too serious.

She nods and looks at the clipboard she's been holding.

"We were all unsure as to why you've been under so much stress lately, besides from what your parents told us. They told me that you have recurring nightmares, but if that's been happening since you were little, I would assume it wouldn't cause you to be in the hospital; at least, not after this many years. Which leads me to what is the source of most teen drama: Boys. Ms. Fray, are you sexually active?" She asks.

God, I hate that term. Adults always use it.

I feel my face heating up and try and hide it by looking down, though I know it does no use.

"Uhhumm, yes, only once, about three weeks ago." I tell her, still not looking up.

I can hear her writing on her clipboard, and then she asks me another question.

"Did you use protection? And are you still romantically involved with this boy?" She says, still using her same, "I'm-a-doctor-so-I-get-to-talk-condescendingly-to- you" tone.

"No we didn't, and I honestly don't know."

She makes a "mhmm" noise as she writes on her clipboard. Then she says something that astounds me.

"Clary, I get it, a one night stand that you never meant to have, and now you don't know where you are. I was a teenager once too, which is why I had your parents leave the room. I can tell they think you're sheltered and naïve. It's better to let your feelings out, and to not hold back. You never know what will happen if you don't try. Just, from a doctors point of view, next time, use a condom, it'll save you a great amount of stress." She says, her tone soft and understanding.

I finally look at her, she's already waiting for my eyes to meet hers, and she smiles softly before standing up.

"Now, if you ever need to talk, here's my card. I also work part time as a counselor for adolescents. You can call or walk in, it doesn't matter. I'll always be ready to talk either way." She says before she leaves.

I take the card and just stare at her; I never expected this from a doctor, much less one who seemed so arrogant before. She smiles at me then leaves; I just return the smile, looking wonderingly at the card.

My parents come back in, and tell me that Dr. Gadic had prescribed some antianxiety meds for me to take. Just for the next ten days. It turns out that I'm at Saint Beth's, and my parent's haven't gone home since I was admitted.

We talk for a while, and then someone knocks on the door. It's Izzy and Simon. My parents leave to go get some coffee and dinner, and Iz and Simon both rush to me and engulf me in a hug.

"Clary! I was so worried, we've been here since last night, but they wouldn't let anyone but family in, so we slept in the waiting room." Izzy tells me.

"Yeah, we tried to tell them that we were your siblings, but they didn't buy it." Simon says; fixing his glasses that got crooked while we hugged.

"Uhm Clary, we're not the only ones who're here." Izzy says, her voice low.

"Well who else came then?" I ask.

"Jace is outside in the waiting room." Simon says. He makes a face, tries to hide it but fails.

Jace.

I million thoughts come rushing back to me, and my breath huffs out of me at the amount of emotion that comes with his name.

Jace and I during the Code Red.

Jace and I in the Lightwood's kitchen.

Jace and I in his room.

Jace and I at the party.

All of those memories over the past few weeks making it hard to breathe. I don't even realize I've closed my eyes until I feel Izzy shaking me slightly.

"Clary! Clary are you alright!? Clary!"

I open my eyes to both of their nervous gazes.

"Ye-yeah I'm okay."

They both sigh then relax. I don't know what I feel right now. The fact that he's here makes me want to scream both in anger and joy. My heart is beating like a racehorse, and I have butterflies in my stomach. I remember what he said about me, but I don't care. Izzy told me he was going to apologize, that he didn't mean any of it, so now I really don't care.

Then I hear myself, and how I'm rationalizing this, and I just don't know what to think. The easiest way to find out what I feel is for him to come in, but do I really want that? What if he doesn't feel anything for me and just feels bad? What if I am a whore who sleeps with random guys?

I start to get dizzy again and stop myself in my tracks.

Stop it, Clary. This is exactly what got you in the hospital in the first place. You're stressing yourself out. He's just a guy.

Is he? Is he "Just a guy"? I don't know anymore. He was different around me, kind and sweet instead of arrogant and cruel. We opened up to each other.

I sigh and try and forget about Jace for the moment, knowing that it's just going to confuse me more.

Simon and Izzy leave after forty five minutes. They're officially dating as of this morning, and are going out on their first date.

They both say it isn't a big deal and will stay with me if I want, but I make them go. I've been waiting for this for years, so I'm not gonna stop them.

I lie back down on the bed, closing me eyes. I'm about to try and sleep when another person knocks on the door, I assume it's my parents, a nurse, or doctor, but I'm wrong.

Immediately my heart pounds and my face flushes when I see the golden hair and tawny eyes.

It's silent when he comes in, and when he takes the seat Izzy was occupying, neither of us want to break the silence.

We end up not saying anything at all, he just wraps me in his arms and I cling to him like he's the only thing keeping me from floating away.

I don't notice I'm crying until I feel his shirt wetting. It isn't the racking sobs I had before, but a calm sort of crying, one where it's not anger and pain, just relief.

I feel him crying as well, as much as he's trying to hide it.

We just stay like that, until he gets out of the chair and climbs into the bed with me.

It seems like hours that we just sit there, but in reality, it's only for twenty minutes.

He's the one to finally talk, I had assumed it would be something along the lines of "I'm so sorry" or, "Please forgive me", but it isn't. It's what we both feel, and are now letting be shown.

"I love you, Clary. So much. I didn't think I would know what love felt like, since I've never had a long relationship, hell, we aren't even dating. But I do know that I love you. And I'm not going to wait to say it." His voice is soft and quiet, like he wants this moment to be kept away from the prying ears of the universe.

"I love you too, Jace." I say, staring into his amber eyes. The raw emotion in them blows me away, I'm sure my eyes mirror his.

I reach up and tangle my hands in his golden locks, pulling him closer to me. We're so close you can't tell where one body ends and another begins.

He kisses me after a while, trying to be a gentleman and just lie with me, but he fails of course.

The kiss turns primal after a few seconds, both of us feeling more than we ever have.

As tired as I still am, I roll him onto his back, straddling his hips. His arms circle my waist, bringing me even closer to him.

He breaks the kiss to start biting and kissing my neck, while I do the same to his collarbone.

His hands, so experienced and calm, now tremble slightly with the effort of keeping himself in check.

He growls and drags me back up to claim my lips when I bite his earlobe. I just chuckle against his lips, knowing I'm going to pay the price for teasing him later.

The sound of voices outside my room doesn't register until the door opens and Jace and I both freeze.

A./N. MWUHAHAH! Sort of cliffy for all of you. I know this was rather fluffy, but I decided y'all deserved some fluff after these last few chapters. Rate/review/favorite/follow as usual!

Always,

Mari