Chapter 6
OMIGOD! Thank you all sooooo much for your reviews! Just to answer some questions greygirl12358 asked:
I will be putting Gabriel, Gideon, Jonathan, and Jessamine in it.
I am still tossing around the idea of having Seb + Jem though.
Please keep up the awesome reviews, they are hilarious! Please enjoy this next chapter! And did no one pick up on the description the headmistress gave about Valentine in Chapter 4; about he was on the run for murdering his wife. If you didn't catch that, I think you should possibly go back and reread that. That's all from me! Ta-ta! *floats out of the nearest window*
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Luke POV
The ringing of his mobile was insistent, sighing; he scrabbled around his pockets to grab it. It had already rung 4 times, what the hell could be so important that they had to get a hold of him. And they just had to choose now to call, when he was in the most important meeting of his company all year.
Excusing himself, he rose from the chair at the head of the table; and walked briskly from the room. Shutting the heavy door behind him, he looked at his phone. Unknown number
Huh. Hitting the answer button, he lifted it to his ear. He was met by an onslaught of sounds, screaming, crying and sirens; by what scared him most was the sound of a helicopter.
"Lucian Graymark, speaking." He rumbled. He hated using his proper name, but it was required of him for his company.
"Mr Graymark, my name is Gavin." The voice squawked at him.
"Well, Gavin," Luke sneered his name, "what is it that you so desperately need me for."
He was met with silence. Then,
"Mr Graymark, we have your daughter, Clarissa; she-she's in a coma, sir.
Now it was Luke's turn for silence. No, not Clary; for god's sake what happened?!
Luke must have voiced his thoughts out loud because Gavin answered hurriedly,
"Well sir, she was shot."
"She was shot! Where?! He gasped.
Gavin was silent for several seconds,
"I'm sorry sir; you are going to have to come to Silent Brothers Private Hospital."
Luke roared in indignation, the he hung up.
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Jace's POV
"Now raise it above your head, gently now."
Jace lifted his arm gently above his head, the stitches in his shoulder burning slightly. The doctor studied Jace's face, searching for any signs of the extreme pain Jace was feeling. Several more carefully watched arm movement the doctor nodded, wrote a note on his clipboard and stood to leave the room.
Looking up at the doctor Jace burst out,
"Is she ok? I need to know, she isn't…" He couldn't finish the sentence, she couldn't be dead. That wasn't possible. Jace would refuse to believe it.
The doctor looked sadly at Jace, he smiled gently before replying.
"Yes she is ok, she lost a lot of blood. The bullet managed to just miss her heart. The bullet is still lodged in there, we will have to operate, but unfortunately we can't operate right now. We have placed her into an induced coma, to give her body a chance to regenerate some of the blood lost. She is still critical, but stable. Your quick thinking saved her, you're a hero mate."
Jace almost sighed in relief; he stood up quickly from the bed. The doctor moved forward to stop him, but stopped when Jace raised his hands.
"I need to see her, I have to see her."
He pushed past the doctor; he would find Clary with or without his help.
"Room 407, down the corridor, turn left keep walking 7th door on your right."
Jace glanced back at the doctor; he was looking down at his clipboard pretending he hadn't said anything. Spinning back round quickly he raced through the open door.
He made it three quarters of the way down the corridor before he broke out in a run, the suspense becoming too much. 401…402…403…404…405…406…aha! Room 407. Small murmurings and sobs could be heard through the closed door, as well as an insistent beeping.
Carefully opening the door he took in the scene in front of him: Simon had his arms wrapped around Isabelle, the source of sobbing and murmurings. The loud beeps were from the heart rate monitor next to Clary's bed.
And lying there on the stiff hospital bed, looking very fragile indeed, was Clary. Her red hair, fanned out around her head. Her eyes shut and mouth hanging open, due to the tube shoved down her throat, pushing air into her lungs.
Jace felt his heart contract, she looked so innocent and fragile lying in the washed out room. Her red hair contrasting against the white sheets, reminding him of her blood spreading across the white tiles of the hallway when he watched her almost dying in his arms, watching the life draining out of her eyes.
Simon looked up when he sensed Jace entering the room. Retracting his arm from around Izzy's waist, he stood and walked over to him. Jace looked warily at Simon as he got nearer and nearer. Then he did something unexpected.
He hugged Jace; he wrapped his arms around a still Jace, and thumped him on the back saying,
"Thank you- for saving her I mean."
Jace thumped him on the back, and then stood back. From the way Simon had hugged Jace, he could tell that Simon had mean what he'd said and that he had gotten close to Clary in that short time.
Jace gave a small smile to Simon and preceded slowly over to Isabelle, he didn't know what to say so he just placed a hand lightly on her shoulder. She looked up, her face puffy and red from crying; she gave him a very small very watery smile.
Jace frowned, "Where's your parents?"
This was apparently the wrong thing to say as Isabelle's face contorted and she let out a wail. Simon spoke from behind Jace,
"Jace, can I have a word outside, quickly?"
Jace lifted an eyebrow questioning him, agreeing anyway.
"Uhh…sure…"
Simon nodded and looked past Jace to Isabelle,
"We'll be right outside, just give us a second Izzy."
Izzy didn't seem to have heard them as she continued to sob. Jace followed Simon from the room, shutting the door quietly behind him he hissed,
"What the fuck is going on? Why isn't any of their parents-"
"Shut up and listen for a second Jace, Luke's on his way, in fact he should be here right about…now. And as for their mother…she was murdered, by the man who shot Clary, her stepfather…"
Jace's eyes widened and he felt himself stumble back, he knew that the guy who shot Clary was her stepfather, but he didn't know that he had killed his own wife!
Simon nodded his head, his expression clearly saying: I know buddy, it's pretty fucked up.
Jace shook his head, trying to clear it of the images it had just conjured, his imagination running wild on the thoughts of Clary being beat, and worse, raped. He had gathered that Clary's stepfather was a little bit mental (pssh, purr-lease he is a fucking whack-job). Jace had heard Clary saying that he had beat and raped her, more than once! I mean, if that doesn't scream crazy, Jace didn't know what would.
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Jace stood in the corner of the room, his arms crossed and leg resting against the wall; but his eyes were trained on Clary. Simon was too busy comforting Izzy to notice how Jace stared at her. Without anyone to stop him he took in the details of her face:
Her small fragile body, her delicate, porcelain face, pale with blood loss. Her plush pink lips forming a small 'o' around the tube so viciously shoved into mouth, down into her lungs which continued to rise and fall intermittently. Her gorgeous green eyes, covered by a eyelids, her long eyelashes; a shade darker than of her hair, touching the dark, bruise-like shadows under her eyes. A piece of her hair falling across her motionless frame, landing just over her eye and finishing on her cheekbone, which stood unnaturally out from her face.
Jace moved forward impulsively to smooth the hair back into place, being closer he could see the blood that flecked through her hair; making it darker and crackly. Someone must have tried to sponge it out of her hair, as they had done to her face.
Jace realised suddenly that her face was not as pale as he first thought, as closer up he could see light patches of colour adorning her face. At first he thought it was just patches of makeup the nurses must have forgotten to wash off; but eventually he noticed that they were different colours.
Some were yellowing and faded, while other stood out more; a patch of blue on the edge of her jaw, a slight purple on her cheekbone. Bruises, Jace thought. They were the bruises she had received from her stepfather.
Jace was suddenly filled with rage beyond belief, how dare this ruthless, cowardly man do this to someone like Clary, someone so sweet and caring. Jace's fists clenched and unclenched, he felt like hitting something, someone, a certain someone.
He backed away from Clary, not wanting to do anything he might regret. Jace moved to his original position, his jaw clenching and unclenching along with his fists. Simon of all times, decided now to pay attention to the furious teenager. His eyes narrowed with confusion and interest.
Jace realised how this must look, and tried to regain the image of calm. He swung his arms over his head, only to hiss in pain at the stitches in his shoulder. He bloody forgot that he had them, the fault of the same man that had hurt Clary, time and time again.
Izzy had looked up when Jace let out the small gasp of pain. Then of all moments, in complete silence; the door burst open, and there he stood.
Luke stood in the doorway, panting heavily as though he had just run a marathon. Simon stood up and moved away from Isabelle, as Luke moved into the room. Isabelle stood quickly and rushed towards Luke.
Jace watched as Isabelle slammed into Luke, her arms wrapping around his waist, squeezing tightly. Luke seemed stunned at her forwardness; he gently patted her on the back, and then stepped around her to Clary.
His mouth opened and closed, trying to find words, words that would never come. Izzy went and stood beside Luke, her eyes glassy with unshed tears. Luke's body gave a shudder and he grabbed Isabelle roughly.
Both Simon and Jace made a move forward, thinking Luke was going to hurt her; but instead he had pulled her into a hug, his head resting on top of hers. Izzy's body shook with silent sobs and Luke just stood there with his arms around her.
Stepping back, and swallowing hard; Jace watched as Izzy pulled Luke over to Clary, sitting him into the seat next to her. Luke slowly reached out and softly grabbed Clary's hand; careful to watch the IV drip taped there.
In his other hand, Luke took Izzy's hand. Jace smiled softly, it seemed as though Luke had finally turned a metaphorical corner; perhaps he was beginning to love them… Maybe things would be better from now on.
Just as he had that thought, Clary's back arched and slammed back into the bed; her body started shaking with spasms. Machine's began beeping and flashing rapidly, Jace tore his eyes away from the sickening sight of a spasming Clary. The heart rate monitor showed her heart rate picking up, the beeps becoming more and more frequent.
Izzy screamed out for Clary and Luke sat there stunned, Jace looked back and forth; his brain screaming at him to do something. Simon barged past Jace and barrelled towards Clary's bed. His hand slammed into a red button, near Clary's head.
Alarm's sounded and doctor's came rushing in. They burst through the door and shoved past the four shocked people. Around five doctors swarmed around Clary. Isabelle was still screaming, Luke was still in a paralysed daze. Only Simon and Jace were still half conscious of what was happening. Several disembodied phrases could be heard over Izzy's insistent screaming and yelling.
"…cardiac arrest…"
"…body going into shock…"
"…blood transfusions…"
"…surgery immediately…"
"…dead…"
The beeping of the heart rate monitor rose to a deafening crescendo and then stopped. Silence was all that could be heard for several seconds, Jace could hear the pounding of his heart. Then all hell broke loose. Izzy's screams reached a new level and Jace could hear Luke pleading for the doctors to do something.
The doctors ignored the four distraught people and several nurses ran in. They stood and stared at the scene that played out before them. Gathering what was happening they started telling Isabelle, Luke, Simon and Jace to leave the room. Jace opened his mouth to argue, but Simon placed a hand on Jace's shoulder, shaking his head quickly.
Simon ran forward and grabbed Izzy around the waist and proceeded to drag her from the room. Izzy fought Simon, clawing and scratching him, screeching at him to let her go. Jace ran forward and grabbed Luke's arms and did the same, but he didn't fight it; he just slumped and continued to plead with the doctors.
Jace shoved Luke ungracefully out the door, before leaving himself he spoke one last time, deadly calm:
"If she dies, I will rip your hearts out."
Then he shut the door, shutting the door to the girl that had unknowingly captured his heart.
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I have decided to do a playlist that inspires this chapter, from now on. I choose songs that I feel reflect this chapter.
Breakdown-Jack Johnson
Drunk- Ed Sheeran
All of Me- John Legend
Beam Me Up- P!ink
High Hopes-Kodaline
To Build a Home- The Cinematic Orchestra
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