Morning Star (Being rewritten)

Chapter 4

Amelia was asleep with a book in her lap and her head against the window when Jonathan woke up. He sat up slowly, pushing his hair out of his face. The memories from the night before finally came back to him, and he mentally face-palmed. He remembered calling her beautiful. Why would he say that? Sure he thought it was true, but it must have been so embarrassing for him to say out loud.

The burning pain was now a dull ache, but he managed to get out of bed without falling over. He grabbed a blanket off of a near bed, and managed to slowly walk to where she was sleeping on the other side of the room. He covered her with the blanket before collapsing into a chair near her.

Amelia woke up soon after. Her back and neck ached from the way she slept and the sun wasn't even up, but she guessed that it was around 4 a.m. She doubted the Lightwoods were back yet. Then she realized she was covered in one of the bed blankets, something she didn't remember doing. She looked over and saw Jonathan in a chair a few feet away from her, looking down at the book she was reading before she fell asleep.

"You're awake," Jonathan said, shutting the book.

"Yeah," She sat up, stretching. "You got out of bed?" Amelia asked, sounding a bit angry.

"No, I floated." Jonathan said.

"I don't need the sarcasm," Amelia said. She sighed and rubbed her eyes. "They should be back soon. You should be back in bed, resting. As soon as you are strong enough, you are in for a lot of questioning." She said, throwing the blanket off of her and standing up.

Jonathan groaned and stood up slowly, his legs shaking. Amelia wrapped one arm around him, helping him back to his bed. She wondered how he even managed to walk that far on his own while she was asleep.

"You know," Amelia, sitting on the edge, said as soon as Jonathan was back in bed. "You are making it really difficult for me to think that you don't need a babysitter."

He laughed, though she didn't really mean for it to be a joke.

After a few minutes of silence, Jonathan looked at her. "What do you think the Clave is going to do to me?" he asked quietly.

Amelia looked down and played with the rings on her fingers. "I don't know," She said finally. "They have every reason to kill you, or make you spend your life in prison in the Silent City."

"What if I can prove that I am not that same person?" He asked.

"Perhaps they could let you stay at an Institute, and let you keep your runes. You will get questioned under the soul sword, but if you had enough witnesses to support your claims, it could be possible." Amelia said.

He nodded. "Thank you for being so kind to me after all that I did," He said.

"You have given me no reason to believe that you are that same person you were a few months ago. Don't make me regret that decision." Amelia said.

Jonathan smiled. It wasn't wicked or evil, but kind and soft.

Amelia heard the infirmary door open, and turned to see the group back from their mission. Clary was the first to walk in, Jace close at her heels. Alec and Isabelle followed soon after.

Amelia stood up quickly, turning towards them. "How did the mission go?" She asked, but Clary ignored her and walked straight to Jonathan.

"We'll tell you about it later," Jace whispered to her when passing by.

Amelia left soon after. He needed time alone with his family, and he still needed to earn their trust. Amelia felt uncomfortable staying because it was a personal discussion, and they didn't need a babysitter anyway.