p style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 24px; font-size: 18px; font-family: 'Source Sans Pro', 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 24px; padding: 0px; color: #555555;" data-p-id="500d18030e7b40ae20988eaf83c8b5c2"span style="box-sizing: border-box; font-weight: bold;"C.P.O.V/span/p
p style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 24px; font-size: 18px; font-family: 'Source Sans Pro', 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 24px; padding: 0px; color: #555555;" data-p-id="b60a27a0d4c3956b2164ee84ff694dda"I woke up terrified and confused. Where was I? What had happened? I heard beeping. I tried to open my eyes but I couldn't; it felt like someone was holding them shut. I then opened my mouth, but only a rasping sound came out. But even then, somebody who must have been watching me grabbed my hand. "Oh Clary." A familiar voice said. em style="box-sizing: border-box;"Mom. /emI held her hand as tightly as I could.I felt her tears fall on my hand. I wanted to tell her that I was fine, that I was okay. Then it hit me. Jace. What had happened to him? Then I remembered. Somebody had shot us. Valentine, Hodge, or Sebastian. I couldn't take it anymore. I forced my eyes open and looked up at my mom. She was crying. I squeezed her hand to try to give her reassurance, but it didn't work. Luke came into the room and hugged her. I glanced down at the second hospital gown I had worn this year. I pulled it up the gown where I saw stitches on my stomach. Only then did I release how much it hurt. "Jace." I said simply. My mom understood and put her hands to her mouth. "He's not good, honey." "What do you mean?" I asked, already feeling the tears dripping down my cheeks. "He just went into his second surgery. One of the bullets hit his leg and another one in his chest. It just missed his heart. He just went into his second surgery a couple of hours ago." "How long have I been out for?" "Two days." She answered, but I didn't hear her. I was too busy thinking about Jace. I had gotten him into this mess. I decided I could trust him, and I still could, but I never should of told him my secret. I loved him with all my heart; he was the best thing that ever happened to me. If he didn't wake up, or didn't make it through his surgery, I don't know what I would do. I would be a shell of the girl who had come to New York and mostly the distant girl in Texas. "I need to see him." My Mom and Luke exchanged looks. "I don't know if it's the best time right now, he won't be conscious. I shook my head. "I don't care, I have to see him." They nodded, understanding my desperation. I didn't even want to ask about Valentine and his 'gang', that would have to wait until I knew Jace was better. They came back about five minutes later with a doctor and a wheelchair. "You're too weak to stand." he explained. I climbed in the wheelchair, ignoring the pain in my stomach. I was pushed to a room down the hall, where I entered to find a very pale Jace. My mom, Luke, and the doctor left me alone to talk to him. I wheeled over to his bed, where there was numerous tubes in his body. I stifled a sob. This can't be happening, I repeated to myself in my head over and over. I carefully intertwined my fingers with his, trying not to put him in pain. He was in a similar gown to mine, except his had monkeys on it. "So" I started, talking to him even though he couldn't hear me. "I know you can't hear me, well, maybe you can, but anyway. From the day I first met you, I belonged to you completely. I will always belong to you. You can't give up, Jace. You have to fight. You always have, even if it is a pillow fight or a football match, you always fight." I inhaled and exhaled, attempting to calm myself. "I love you, so much. You always reminded me that I was not a broken object Valentine could play with, but a person. You-you made me believe that I wasn't broken. So please. Please come back to me. To your family. To your friends. We need you, Jace, more than you know. By the time I had finished I was full on sobbing. I took my hand out of his and combed through his knotty blonde hair. I kissed him on the cheek, before turning and wheeling out of the room. No, I wasn't leaving, I was just getting a pillow and blanket so I could stay here all night, and no person would make me leave. I was just about to open the door, when I heard a faint mumble. My head snapped back, and I frantically made my way over to his bed. Jace's eyes were closed, but his lips were moving. I went over to the nightstand where I got a glass of water. I carefully moved his head up, and put the glass to his lips. At first, he didn't move, but then began to slowly swallow the water. I smiled in excitement. He was up, and he was drinking. Then, Jace stopped drinking, and positioned his head so it was turned toward me. He steadily opened his eyes. "Clary?" he said. "Jace!" I exclaimed, carefully hugging him. "Are-are you alright?" He was so selfless, asking about me before he thought about himself. I nodded my head. "I'm fine. How do you feel?" "Like Regina George when she got hit by a bus." I laughed. "One of the reasons I love you." I said smiling. "I'm so glad you're alright, Clary. And, for the record, I will always belong to you too." "You heard that?" "Oh I heard it alright, it just felt like I was underwater when I did." he said with a weak laugh. I warily climbed up on his bed, placing myself so I was next to him, but not putting any weight on him. I kissed him on the cheek and then quickly on the lips. He smiled, and hugged me. "I would never leave you." he whispered in my ear, sending warmth throughout my body. I backed away, and stared into his eyes. His bright blue eyes. We were like that for seconds, maybe minutes, when there was a knock on the door. Not a second later, Maryse, Alec, Isabelle, and Simon entered the room. There was cheers, and everyone came over to hug us both. "I'm so glad you guys are okay." Alec said. "Thanks" I replied. Me, Izzy, and Simon hugged, all of us glad that everyone would be alright. After everyone coming in out of Jace's room, it was just us. "When we get home, we are so having a food fight." Jace said. "Well, for right now Im going to take a picture of you in that adorable monkey gown." He crossed his arms slowly, trying to gauge if it would hurt him. It did, and he quickly unfolded them. "It's going to be alright, Jace" I reassured him. "I guess no football for me. But as long as I have you I'll be fine." "I hope we don't go to prom together on crutches." I said. Jace raised his eyebrows. "You want to go to prom?" I shrugged. "As long as I have you, I'll be fine. Even if it means wearing high heels." And with that, we turned the lamp off, and pulled the blanket over us, holding each other's hand for reassurance that we were actually here, and it wasn't a dream. It was a dream, when I was with him. It always would be. /p
p style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 24px; font-size: 18px; font-family: 'Source Sans Pro', 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 24px; padding: 0px; color: #555555;" data-p-id="b60a27a0d4c3956b2164ee84ff694dda"I woke up terrified and confused. Where was I? What had happened? I heard beeping. I tried to open my eyes but I couldn't; it felt like someone was holding them shut. I then opened my mouth, but only a rasping sound came out. But even then, somebody who must have been watching me grabbed my hand. "Oh Clary." A familiar voice said. em style="box-sizing: border-box;"Mom. /emI held her hand as tightly as I could.I felt her tears fall on my hand. I wanted to tell her that I was fine, that I was okay. Then it hit me. Jace. What had happened to him? Then I remembered. Somebody had shot us. Valentine, Hodge, or Sebastian. I couldn't take it anymore. I forced my eyes open and looked up at my mom. She was crying. I squeezed her hand to try to give her reassurance, but it didn't work. Luke came into the room and hugged her. I glanced down at the second hospital gown I had worn this year. I pulled it up the gown where I saw stitches on my stomach. Only then did I release how much it hurt. "Jace." I said simply. My mom understood and put her hands to her mouth. "He's not good, honey." "What do you mean?" I asked, already feeling the tears dripping down my cheeks. "He just went into his second surgery. One of the bullets hit his leg and another one in his chest. It just missed his heart. He just went into his second surgery a couple of hours ago." "How long have I been out for?" "Two days." She answered, but I didn't hear her. I was too busy thinking about Jace. I had gotten him into this mess. I decided I could trust him, and I still could, but I never should of told him my secret. I loved him with all my heart; he was the best thing that ever happened to me. If he didn't wake up, or didn't make it through his surgery, I don't know what I would do. I would be a shell of the girl who had come to New York and mostly the distant girl in Texas. "I need to see him." My Mom and Luke exchanged looks. "I don't know if it's the best time right now, he won't be conscious. I shook my head. "I don't care, I have to see him." They nodded, understanding my desperation. I didn't even want to ask about Valentine and his 'gang', that would have to wait until I knew Jace was better. They came back about five minutes later with a doctor and a wheelchair. "You're too weak to stand." he explained. I climbed in the wheelchair, ignoring the pain in my stomach. I was pushed to a room down the hall, where I entered to find a very pale Jace. My mom, Luke, and the doctor left me alone to talk to him. I wheeled over to his bed, where there was numerous tubes in his body. I stifled a sob. This can't be happening, I repeated to myself in my head over and over. I carefully intertwined my fingers with his, trying not to put him in pain. He was in a similar gown to mine, except his had monkeys on it. "So" I started, talking to him even though he couldn't hear me. "I know you can't hear me, well, maybe you can, but anyway. From the day I first met you, I belonged to you completely. I will always belong to you. You can't give up, Jace. You have to fight. You always have, even if it is a pillow fight or a football match, you always fight." I inhaled and exhaled, attempting to calm myself. "I love you, so much. You always reminded me that I was not a broken object Valentine could play with, but a person. You-you made me believe that I wasn't broken. So please. Please come back to me. To your family. To your friends. We need you, Jace, more than you know. By the time I had finished I was full on sobbing. I took my hand out of his and combed through his knotty blonde hair. I kissed him on the cheek, before turning and wheeling out of the room. No, I wasn't leaving, I was just getting a pillow and blanket so I could stay here all night, and no person would make me leave. I was just about to open the door, when I heard a faint mumble. My head snapped back, and I frantically made my way over to his bed. Jace's eyes were closed, but his lips were moving. I went over to the nightstand where I got a glass of water. I carefully moved his head up, and put the glass to his lips. At first, he didn't move, but then began to slowly swallow the water. I smiled in excitement. He was up, and he was drinking. Then, Jace stopped drinking, and positioned his head so it was turned toward me. He steadily opened his eyes. "Clary?" he said. "Jace!" I exclaimed, carefully hugging him. "Are-are you alright?" He was so selfless, asking about me before he thought about himself. I nodded my head. "I'm fine. How do you feel?" "Like Regina George when she got hit by a bus." I laughed. "One of the reasons I love you." I said smiling. "I'm so glad you're alright, Clary. And, for the record, I will always belong to you too." "You heard that?" "Oh I heard it alright, it just felt like I was underwater when I did." he said with a weak laugh. I warily climbed up on his bed, placing myself so I was next to him, but not putting any weight on him. I kissed him on the cheek and then quickly on the lips. He smiled, and hugged me. "I would never leave you." he whispered in my ear, sending warmth throughout my body. I backed away, and stared into his eyes. His bright blue eyes. We were like that for seconds, maybe minutes, when there was a knock on the door. Not a second later, Maryse, Alec, Isabelle, and Simon entered the room. There was cheers, and everyone came over to hug us both. "I'm so glad you guys are okay." Alec said. "Thanks" I replied. Me, Izzy, and Simon hugged, all of us glad that everyone would be alright. After everyone coming in out of Jace's room, it was just us. "When we get home, we are so having a food fight." Jace said. "Well, for right now Im going to take a picture of you in that adorable monkey gown." He crossed his arms slowly, trying to gauge if it would hurt him. It did, and he quickly unfolded them. "It's going to be alright, Jace" I reassured him. "I guess no football for me. But as long as I have you I'll be fine." "I hope we don't go to prom together on crutches." I said. Jace raised his eyebrows. "You want to go to prom?" I shrugged. "As long as I have you, I'll be fine. Even if it means wearing high heels." And with that, we turned the lamp off, and pulled the blanket over us, holding each other's hand for reassurance that we were actually here, and it wasn't a dream. It was a dream, when I was with him. It always would be. /p