Jace's POV
It has been 48 hours since Clary was first unconscious. I haven't left her side since. I smell, my hair is greasy and I'm starving but I simply can't bare to leave her side when she's in pain. Magnus has basically moved into Alec's old room (with Alec) so that he can tend to her and do the occasional spell on her to help her, all for free. He understands how quickly he would be murdered if he asked to be paid for helping Clary when he was seriously dating (and living with) my parabatai.
With every passing minute I grew more and more worried about the love of my life. She hadn't moved once in the whole time, and she's usually a fidget when she sleeps.
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The Mortal Instruments: City of All Things Again ~ DISCONTINUED ~
Fanfiction~ WARNING: DISCONTINUED~ The definition of normality is right here at the New York Institute. Everything is calm, peaceful and Clary honestly can't think of a better place to be. Jace isn't so sure. He also believes in the peace, but is he right to...
