Chapter 7
Jace POV
8 hours, 8 fucking hours…The hands on the clock seemed to be moving tauntingly slow; Jace counted the hours, going through what happened in each:
Hour one: Izzy sat crying, head hung low sobs ripping through her body, Luke sat their paralysed. Simon paced, pushing his glasses up constantly. Jace just sat there.
Hour 2: Izzy had stopped crying, though silent sobs would rip through her occasionally, Simon continued to pace. Jace sat there.
Hour 4: Simon started persuading Izzy and Luke to go home and shower, possibly get sleep. Jace sat there.
Hour 5: Izzy, Simon, Luke left. Clary was still in surgery. Jace still sat there.
Hour 7: A nurse on the night shift came up and offered him a cup of coffee, Jace ignored her.
Now: The hospital was deserted; the lights dimmed slightly for patients sleeping, but Jace felt no signs of tiredness. He had barely moved, he still sat with his hands clasped tightly in his lap, his posture slumped. His phone buzzed for the thirteenth time. Sighing he pulled it out, looking at the caller I.D. he saw it was Maryse, his adoptive mother.
Maryse: Alec told me what happened at school, are you okay? Call when you can. I love you."
(Missed call)
Maryse: You still haven't called, are you alright?
(2 Missed calls)
Maryse: Jace, please answer I am worried.
(5 Missed calls)
Maryse: Jonathan Christopher Wayland, if you do not answer within three more calls I am calling the hospital and police.
(2 Missed calls)
Maryse: One last chance Jace.
The last one came through just as Jace was scrolling through the previous messages, then the phone buzzed again, Maryse calling. Jace was tempted to let it go, sighing he picked it up; knowing Maryse she probably would call the police. Jace's voice came out slightly croaked for not having spoken for so long.
"Hello?"
The voice through the phone breathed a sigh of relief, "Jace thank god! Are you alright? Its four in the morning! Why didn't you call me back? I was so worried! Are you injured—"
Jace interrupted, "Maryse, one question at a time, please, its…" Jace looked at his watch, "…4:23 in the morning."
"Ohh, right sorry," rushed Maryse, becoming flustered, "Are you alright?"
"Yes, Maryse I am fine, I…uhh.. I just want someone to be here when she comes out of surgery, that way if you know she…" Jace let out a hushed cough, "But she'll make it, I know she will."
Maryse was silent for a bit, when she spoke Jace detected something in her voice. Something he couldn't place. Was it pity?
"Okay honey, if anything does happen call me, okay?"
"Okay,"
Jace hung up after that. Then he sat back, leaning his head against the sterile white walls. He shut his eyes, feeling exhausted all of a sudden. He was just slipping into unconsciousness when he heard the sound of throat clearing.
"Are you here for Clarissa Fray?"
Jace sprung up, immediately alert.
In front of him stood the doctor, he looked at Jace sadly. The look on his face said it all, she hadn't made it.
Jace stumbled back, shaking his head he felt his face twist into one of shock and horror. The doctor cleared his throat again, "She is on life-support, we did everything we could but she wasn't responding. You may see her, I have to call her father to see whether she would have wanted to donate her organs."
Sympathy was clearly written all over his features, Jace hated sympathy; he always had, after his parents died he had enough sympathy to last him a life time.
Through a tight throat he croaked, "Wh-where is she?"
"Room 407, same as before…" Jace spun around from the man that hadn't saved her. He didn't even want to look at him.
Jace turned and stumbled toward the room which held girl he would never get to know.
Rounding the same last bend he began to dread seeing her, would she look small and broken on death?
Upon entering the room he cringed, she was almost unrecognisable; he face seemed more drawn and pale, he hair duller and less like the vibrant fire he had come to know.
He slowly shuffled forward, he managed to find his way through to her beside without knocking into the machines hooked up to her; keeping her heart pumping even if the life had already left her. He felt sick, it was his fault. His head fell into his hands. It was his fault, if he had of run faster, if he had of called out, if he had made his presence known sooner; he could have saved her.
Unable to take it anymore he stood up and he leant over her, he had to have something to hold onto. He bent closer and closer till their foreheads touched. The skin of her forehead was soft and smooth to his own, his eyes closed as their noses brushed He breathed in her scent; he chuckled humourlessly.
Somehow she still managed to smell of apples, even against the overpowering smell of blood and antiseptic… Ever so gently places his hand against her neck, he felt her slow, steady pulse. Sighing, he stroked his hand from her jawline to neck, then he placed his lips to hers.
The kiss was as soft as he could make it; his lips were tenderly pressed against her own, he savoured it, knowing it would be the last memory of her. It was a simple kiss, just the feel of her lips on his own.
The only thing that ruined it was the tube running out of her mouth.
His hand continued the pathway of brushing from her jawline to her neck, then stopped, just over her pulse.
He sighed again, then pulled back, just enough so he could take in her face one last time. His hand slid from her neck down her shoulder, skimming her collarbones, lingering slightly, down her arm to link her fingers through his.
Jace didn't know how long he sat there, he just played with her fingers, occasionally bring them to his lips, kissing her delicate knuckles.
He couldn't help but begin to imagine that if she had survived that he would have treasured her whether she wanted him to or not, he would kiss her everywhere, touch her everywhere, give her love that she deserved.
A small sound escaped her lips, a slight gasp and her chest rose minimally.
His fingers stilled against hers. Jace thought, no that's not possible... Irrational as it sounds, he swore he heard her gasp. Then her finger twitched.
He looked at her hand, then back to her face; where he was met by emerald green eyes boring into his.
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Clary POV (Yes she isn't dead…yet…*laughs evilly*)
Blackness swirled in front of Clary's eyes, she couldn't see or hear anything. Seconds ago she could hear voices and see shadows, then it all shut off. She couldn't feel her own body, she didn't know if she was dead or not. Clary began to think that she was possibly just dreaming, but the blackness was so heavy and omniscient, cold and unwelcoming. She could feel herself fighting for the light.
Images swam into focus, some flew past before she could see them properly, others hovered and Clary was able to take in their great detail before they moved on. She saw a clock, its hands ticking quickly around and around. She saw a bird, swooping through the darkness, unaffected by the ever-pressing heaviness. Then she saw an angel; but this was no ordinary angel.
It was surrounded by a golden glow, the warmth radiating off it driving the darkness away. Her eyes, painfully slow moved up to take in the glorious angel. Its golden skin, laced with muscle, its golden locks of hair swishing around its perfect face. Everything about him was golden, only the wings flowing from behind his shoulders were different, a pearly white, that shimmered as he moved.
His eyes were sparkling like jewels; though they held an expression of torment and sadness. Clary felt her eyes rolling backwards slightly, darkness beginning to engulf her again.
"Clary!"
His voice was like a perfect melody, like springtime, like warm baking bread. His voice was soft yet alarmed,
"Clary, please, don't go; what about Izzy? What about Simon, and Maia, and Luke? What about me?"
Clary felt her eyes widen automatically, she took in the angel's face again. She knew who it was… It was Jace. Why was it him?
Then her eyes shut, and the battle for light begun again.
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Clary felt her consciousness becoming more and more pronounced, but with that came with pain. At first it was a lingering pain, the kind you get from biting your nails to far, it was dull but just enough annoy.
Clary couldn't tell how long passed, once her brain moved passed the pain she was able to think quite clearly; her thoughts continuingly wandering to Izzy, Luke, Simon, Maia and everyone else she had recently met. Especially him.
Then the pain fluctuated dramatically, it was so bad, Clary, if she could move would be thrashing around. The pain seemed to be radiating from where she thought her heart was, it was burning, long and slow then agonizingly heightened in short bursts. The pain seemed to grow hotter and hotter, if possible she would have tried to claw out her heart. Was this death, it seemed too painful to be death.
Then she moved, her lungs drew in oxygen she didn't know her body was desperately crying out for. She drew in a breath, her chest rising quickly. The pain diminished slightly, it reducing back to the dull ache. She slowly twitched her fingers, then her toes. After doing a silent, and sightless check over she moved her eyelids, they fluttered; feeling heavy.
After much effort they opened, where they met gold.
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Clary blinked, those were the eyes of the angel she had seen. She had lost, that was it, she was dead. Before she could stop herself she was sobbing, her eyes left the angels; she couldn't look him in the eyes.
She was enveloped by arms, she could feel herself leaning towards his warmth, as much as she wanted to push him away she couldn't.
"Clary, oh dear god, Clary!" The angel just kept repeating.
"You're alive, oh thank god, you're alive!"
Clary stiffened, the angel move back looking her in the eyes.
"I'm alive?" She mouthed.
The angels face softened,
"Yes, Clary, you are very much alive."
Then she started crying again, but this time the tears were of joy. They left warm, salty trails down her cheeks. She stroked the angels- who wasn't really the angel- face.
She attempted to speak to him when she final noticed the thick tube jammed down her windpipe. In a panic she began shaking, lifting her small hands to her face: attempting to rip the obstruction away. She began whimpering and tugging on the tube, making herself choke slightly.
She watched as Jace leaned forward quickly, for an instant she thought he was going to kiss her, but he merely slammed the button for a nurse. She began shaking harder, pulling at the tube with more force; only making it harder to breathe. Jace grabbed her hands quickly gathering them into his left, he cupped her cheek with his right, looking into her eyes; clearly reading the panic in them again.
"Shhh, Clary, a nurse will come and remove the tube, shhhh..."
Clary eventually managed to slow her breathing and control the urge to rip the tube out, before the nurse came in.
When the nurse did arrive she shrieked and ran out again, scaring Clary. Clary began to cry again, and ripped her hands from Jace's grasp, she re-grabbed the tube; unable to stop her in time Jace watched Clary in mute horror and she pulled the tube out.
Clary gagged and nearly up-ended the contents of her empty stomach, but continued to pull the tube up, until the other end was out of her mouth. Clary gulped in a large breath of air, her mouth finally unobstructed.
When she tried to breathe deeply again, she left out a small gasp of pain; the pain was back, and it was almost as bad as before. Clutching at her ribs she looked at Jace and uttered the first words since being shot:
"It hurts, Jace."
She managed to whimper in pain again before crying out and grabbing harder at her torso. The pain was building, it felt as though her ribcage was on fire. It felt as though it were worsening with every breath.
"Jace!" she screamed out. "Jace please, it hurts so badly!" and Jace just sat there.
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Jace POV
He just sat there, she was clutching desperately at her ribs, crying out; clearly in extreme pain. Her eyes glossing with unshed tears, he hated to see her in pain, it was almost physically painful.
Then do something, dipshit! His brain commanded. Jace reached forward again, and slammed his fist continually on the emergency button. Clary was still thrashing. Then he did the only thing he could think of, he grabbed Clary's face and stared at her in the eyes.
Her eyes met his and he could see himself reflected in their emerald depths. He started to speak to her, he didn't even know what about; he didn't think he ever would know. But her eyes were still locked on his and she was drinking in every word he said. He smiled at her as he spoke, she was so beautiful.
Then the doctor walked in, with the nurse that ran out earlier, she stood behind him arms crossed; while he looked completely gobsmacked.
"And that is why I hate ducks" concluded Jace. His smile faltered, Shit, I was fucking talking about ducks?! Nice Jace, just what a girl in extreme physical and emotional pain wants to hear about, great work!
The doctor spun slightly away from them, directing his next words to the nurse. "Call Clarissa's father and sister, tell them to come here as fast as they can; there is something they should see." When he whirled back around to face Jace and Clary he beamed, he quickly attached a drip to the IV poking out of Clary's arm. Jace heard Clary sigh in relief as they morphine entered her bloodstream.
"Well Clarissa, don't you just have the luck of the devil! Who knew this would happen?!" Then he stood by the door to wait for Luke and Izzy to arrive, oh what a surprise they were in for…
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Well there you have it! Sorry for updating, I just didn't know how to continue, sorry if any of you thought it was anti-climaxual if that's even a word. I know what I am going to do for the next chapter, so hoping for a quicker update: even with school just starting again.
Here's this chapters playlist:
Somewhere Only We Know- Lily Allen
Fade into Darkness (Radio Vocal Edit)- Avicii
Turning Pages- Sleeping At Last
Strong- London Grammar
Harvest of Gold- Gossling
Like a Drum- Guy Sebastian
Strong- London Grammar
Now update my pretties, updateeee! xxx