Bloodshed || Shadowhunters

Are you kidding me?

Isabelle Lightwood winced in pain after the younger red head with the name of Clary Fray had bumped her forehead with her own, having awaken after being unconscious for two days, realizing that she had been leaning too close to the little red head. Isabelle then looked to the side, hoping to see the older red head, wake, but she was disappointed, the older red Fray remained unconscious.

" Wait, I don't know you, " Clary said, confusion lacing her voice as she took in the beautiful brunette in front of her, a warm smile on her face.

" I'm Isabelle, " the brunette, now named Isabelle answered cheerfully, her smile stretching to show pearly white, straight teeth. Clary then looked around, observing the new room she had woken up to.

" I've never seen Jace so curious by a mundane, or distracted, " Isabelle continued, cocking her head to the side. " Like you saw earlier, distractions are dangerous in our line of work.

" I have no idea what your talking about, " Clary answered, still not noticing her sister at the very back of the room. " Who's Jace? "

" You really don't know much do you? I'm surprised, seeing as your sister knows I thought that you'd know too, " after Isabelle finished, Clary's head snapped to the brunette, eyes widening as her breath quickened, remembering her older sister.

" Nyx? Oh my god! Where is she? Is she okay? " Clary asked, panicked and worried for her older sister. Isabelle frowned, sympathy in her eyes as she saw Clary freak out over her older sister.

" She's here, " Isabelle pointed to the sleeping red head in the back of the infirmary. Clary looked to where she was pointed and basically sprinted towards the bed, brushing a few strands of hair away from her sister's face to look at her better.

Nyx was pale, paler than usual. She had bluish purple bruises on the left side of her face and she had dark circles under her eyes. Clary removed the bed sheets to see that her sister was only in her undergarments, her side and shoulder heavily bandaged. Clary recovered her sister's body and looked over at Isabelle, confused and angry and frustrated and afraid, all the emotions she had been feeling for quite a while now.

" Your sister's condition is stable. Her wounds were deep and she lost a lot of blood but she'll heal, " Clary smiled slightly, relieved. 

" I have a question though, " Isabelle stopped, continuing after Clary motioned for her to say what she wanted, " Is your sister a cop by any chance? Do you know what caused those scars on her back? " Clary furrowed her eyebrows for a second, understanding only the second part of the question.

" Nyx isn't a cop but she got those scars from an accident about a year or two ago, she was attacked and couldn't remember anything about the accident when she woke up in the hospital, " Clary answered remorsefully, looked at Isabelle who had pity in her eyes, staring at Nyx with a small smile of sorry on her face.

" Why do you ask? I mean about Nyx being a cop? " Clary asked, now sitting on the bed, wanting to cover herself seeing as she only had a big shirt on. Isabelle then motioned for her over to a table near the windows.

" These were on her when my brother carried her in here. Now, I don't know a lot about mundanes, but I do know is that if they aren't cops, they shouldn't carry weapons without some sort of permit, and even if they did have one, they wouldn't carry electric buttons with high volts enough to paralyze someone for over three hours, kill a child if used on them, " Isabelle explained, showing the younger red head the two normal daggers, the runed dagger, the gun with it's full magazine, the stele, the two electric buttons and an iPhone.

Clary was shocked, her mouth was opening and closing like a fish out of water, trying to answer but no words were coming out of her mouth.

" My sister? Carrying dangerous weapons on her? I don't know, I- I've never seen her using weapons before the other night at the club and loft, " Isabelle nodded before leading Clary back at her bed, setting her down and putting a reassuring hand on the girl's shoulder.