Author's Note: Here it is, the long awaited sixth chapter ;)
One Week Later
I was finally out of the hospital, but my mother had insisted that I stayed in bed for a few days before she let me go out to see Eli. On the day she set me free, I picked out the cutest outfit that I owned; a black V-neck sweater, navy blue skinny jeans, and black tennis shoes. I was about to take my bike, when my Dad stopped me. "Clare, I know this is hard for you, and that you want to get to the hospital as soon as possible, but would you consider staying away from this boy. He DID get himself stabbed; you don't know what kind of trouble he could get into." His words stung. "Dad, I know you don't want to hear this, but I love him, and I will stay with him, no matter what trouble he gets into." I quickly walked to my bike and rode off.
When I got to the hospital, I was still pretty mad at my dad. How could he say that? Eli was the victim in this situation. Sure he had set Fitz off, but he was just trying to protect me. If anyone deserved to be stabbed, it was me.
The nurses led me to Eli's room, but warned me that he had been pretty moody since he woke up. When I got to the door his back was to me. His side rose and fell in a hectic way, telling me that he was only barely sleeping. I got to his bed, and pulled up a chair. He probably needed his rest, and I didn't want to deprive him of that. Soon, he fell into what I hoped was a deep sleep. After around twenty minutes, he rolled onto his back, his eyes fluttering open. "Clare, what are you doing here?" I didn't answer right away; I just needed to look at his face for a while longer. He was still so pale, and his eyes lost their usual glow. "Eli, I need to tell you something. I am so sorry that I put you through this, it's my fault, I told Fitz about the stink bomb." I was starting to cry when he took my hand in his. "Clare, Fitz is a psycho who would have done this to me sooner or later, you telling the truth was an extremely brave thing to do." A tear fell down my cheek, and when he lifted his arm to wipe it away, I couldn't help but to cry even more. He smirked at me, and I just about had a breakdown. Lying before me was the love of my life, and he could have died. He cared about my safety above his own, even took a knife for me. I don't know if I could have done the same. It was then that I realized that our relationship was not Romeo and Juliet, Tony and Maria, or any other tragic couple. We were Eli and Clare, nothing could change that.
Final Author's Note: There it is; the ending of another story. If there are any suggestions for a new one PM me.