Sorry about the cliffie last chapter! Anyway onwards faithful readers!
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Jace POV
As I dance with a pretty brunette I feel as if something is off. I look around the club and see clary leaving with Jon and I sigh and walk over to Izzy and Alec. They are both glaring at a guy with dark hair and weird pointy ears. He looks like an elf.
"I don't care Meliorn, I broke up with you 2 years ago. Get over it!" Izzy exclaims and I look at Meliorn with an eyebrow raised.
"Do I need to teach him a lesson?" I ask Izzy, while looking at Meliorn. He looks easy enough to beat. He sizes me up and then his shoulders sag and he walks away as Izzy and I laugh at him.
We sit and talk for about 10 minutes until Izzy pulls out her phone. She dials something and puts the phone up to her ear. A few seconds later she pulls it away from her and looks at her phone with a puzzled expression. She tries again a few times before looking at me.
"Go find her." She demands and I gape at her.
"You can't tell me what to do!" I say and she glares at me, "Anyway, who am I supposed to find?"
She looks at me like I'm stupid and says "Clary! Duh! Earlier she said she would call when she got home but she hasn't called, so find my best friend." She demands "please?" She asks and I stand up. She must be really worried, she never says please. She must be really worried about her is the strongest girl I know and looking into her tear-filled eyes I know that I have to go find Clary.
I nod and turn around. I walk to the exit and walk out to my car. I get in and start on the drive to Jon's house. I decide to go the way that most people don't go, just because it's bust in the city tonight. As I'm driving I realize that something really might've happened to Jon and Clary. But the chances of something bad are quite slim and I'm confident that they are fine. I turn the corner and am blinded by headlights pointed at me and I slam the brake. I see a car down in the ditch and I swear my heart stops. I can't identify the car with the headlight staring me in the face but I have a horrid feeling I know who it is. I open the door to my car and run towards the car. I see one of the back windows is smashed in and I climb up so I can reach in to unlock and open the door. The car is on its side and I fall into it as I pull my phone out and call 911. I see Jon with his head bent at an odd angle and blood trickling out of his mouth. He has a cut on his forehead and his leg looks odd. I look over at Clary and I see that she looks so much worse. Her hair, once vibrant and beautiful, is coated in a dark color. Blood. So much blood. There is blood flowing steadily from a wound where her ribs are. Blood is coming from her head, and also her calf where there is a price of metal sticking into it.
"911, what is your emergency?"
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"I get that! Are they going to be ok!?" I yell at the scared looking nurse as she tells me they are both in critical condition.
"We don't know." She says softly and I sit down numbly. I hate hospitals, they remind me of my past. I feel nothing but numbness as I wait for what feels like days. As a solemn-looking doctor walks up to me. As I stand up expectantly I'm just waiting for him to tell me that they didn't make it.
"Is there any family that would need to hear what happened?" He asks and I shake my head then think about it and shrug.
"They are at work, and never home, but I'm not sure... You could call?" I suggest and he motions for a nurse to call the parents. Then looks at me solemnly once again.
"I'm not supposed to talk to you about this, since you aren't family, but I'll make an exception due to the fact that you've been waiting here for the last
8 hours. You seem to really care about your friends." He says and I nod as he takes a deep breath, preparing to deliver the news.
"I always hate this part." He mumbles before saying "We're so sorry, but son. Jonathan didn't make it." I gasp and feel the numbness coming back, but ten times worse that before.
"And Clary?" I ask, my voice hoarse.
"Clarissa is stable," He says and I release the breath I was holding. "but, she has sustained many major injuries. She has suffered a sever concussion, and she has a rather horrible injury a few inches below the knee. A metal rod went through her calf, thankfully it only hit the bone slightly so we had to perform surgery, but it wasn't as bad as it could've been. She also has many broken and fractured ribs, and she lost a lot of blood. We weren't sure if she would make it, but she pulled through. Your girl is very strong." He compliments and I nod, not bothering to tell him that she isn't 'my girl'.
"But we also believe that she may be in a coma." He tells me and I nod telling myself it could've been worse.
"Can I see her?" I ask him and he nods. Leading me to her room. I walk in and gasp at the sight of my Clary. She is even paler than usual and all of the tubes sticking out of her give me a strange urge to cry. And I don't cry. I look across the room and see a very sparkly man. He is Asian and has what I think is sparkles in his hair. He has eyeliner around his eyes and has sparkles all over his doctors suit.
"Hey sexy,"He says and I gape at him as he smirks at me. "You must be biscuits boyfriend." He says and I don't bother to correct him.
"Biscuit?" I ask and he nods his head at Clary.
"Biscuit." He clarifies and I nod as I sit next to her and take her hand. "Well, I must tend to my other patients. I'm Magnus by the way. Magnus Bane." As he walks out I stare at where he was, still in a bit of shock about how outgoing he is. I look back at clary and put my head down on the bed next to the hand I'm holding. Her hands are extremely cold and I fight the urge to blow on them to warm them. I sit next to her until I fall asleep.
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Someone shakes me as I sleep, waking me from my slumber. I sit up and what happened instantly comes back to me and I look down at Clary. I look back up at the person who was shaking me and I see a woman who looks like an older version of Clary. Except this woman's eyes are a couple shades darker and so is her hair. She has dark shadows under her eyes and looks extremely stressed.
"Are you her mother?" I ask her and she nods with tears in her eyes.
"I don't think she will want you in here" I say and she gapes at me.
"I am her mother! Of course she wants me here!" I look at her sadly when she says with tears in her eyes "One of my children is dead! Dead! And I want to be here to support the other one!"
"Jon told me how your never home. He said your always at an art convention or working late. He said that he basically raised Clary. He told me that you were never there for them for anything" I tell her and she starts to interrupt me, rage clear in her eyes, but I continue. "Yes, you gave them a house, and money, but no child should have no parent around, no matter what." Jocealynn nods with tears threatening to spill out of her eyes.
"I know, I do. And I know I've been a shitty mother to them." She said and I nod, agreeing. "But I want to be better. I really do." She tells me and I nod and leave, realizing that she might really want to see her daughter, and make things better.
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364 hours, 42 minutes, and 17 seconds since they confirmed Clary was in a coma. They were beginning to have doubts if she would wake up. I've hardly left her side, except for when people want to see her in private, or doctors usher me out. The nurses, Izzy, and Alec try to get me to eat but I can't choke much down. I only eat enough to stay functioning. I can't help but somehow feel responsible for what happened. Afterall it was my idea to go clubbing. Izzy and even Alec are devastated. We all got close to our little redhead before the... Accident.
"Please son," Robert Lightwood, my adoptive father says, "Go eat something, anything." He begs with me and I have to give in. Robert doesnt show emotion often, so I leave and go to get some food.
Clary POV
Darkness. Everything is dark. I sometimes hear voices, but I can't make out the words. But mostly, darkness and a strange constant steady beeping. When I can make out voices this is what they usually say:
"Please Clary, wake up. I need my friend back"
or
"Your a strong little girl to make it through all of this."
Except right now. Right now I can hear everything clearly. But all that I hear is someone telling someone to go eat and then the warmth on my hand dissapears. Sometimes through the darkness I feel weight on my chest and someone is always holding my hand. I hear a door close then someone sighs.
"I didn't know you till my kids got close to you, but I'm begging you, please wake up. Isabelle and Alec miss you, but Jace is broken without you." Jace? I think, he doesn't even like me! Then I hear the door close again and I am left with silence, accept the same beeping I've been hearing for so long.
"Hey Biscuit. How are you doing?" I hear someone say and try to open my eyes to see who the newcomer is. He must notice my movement and he gasps.
"Don't rush yourself to wake up biscuit." He says and I open my eyes to the most blinding light I've ever seen. I look around after my eyes adjust and I see a very sparkly man in front of me, grinning.
He gasps and looks at me excitedly, "I have to go get your friends! They will be so happy! Oh and by the way biscuit, your boyfriend has been sitting in here with you for the whole time you've been in here!" I look at him confused. Why am I even here?
"Why am I here?" I ask him and he looks at me and tells me that I got in an accident. I think really hard and I remember the flash of headlight in front of us and the cat hitting Jon's side and I gasp and it comes rushing back to me. I sob as I think of how Jon looked slumped over in his seat like that. It's all my fault anyway. I told him to go to the club, and now he's hurt.
"can I see my brother?" I ask the sparkly man and he looks at me sadly. And I know. I know what that look means.
"It's my fault. All my fault."
Poor clary... To be honest, I don't know how I feel about that Jocealynn/ Jace scene... Let me know what you think... And does anyone else ABSOLUTLEY despise auto correct sometimes? I mean seriously...
-HaileyHerondale1