Clace after all ✔️

Tears, Truths and Tough love

Jace Pov.

I took a step into the room, the room was cold and the sight of her sent chills down my spine. her body so pale and frail made me queasy. How could I be the cause of her pain? If it wasn't for the constant beep of the heart monitor I would assume her pale and still body was lifeless, but that small constant beep is what kept my hope alive, kept her alive. The early morning sun shone through the shutters and for a moment I took a second to process the single source of warmth.

A small shuffling noise came from the other side of Clary's hospital bed, snapped me out of my thought. As I made my way around I saw the figure of my dear sister nestled up in a small put up bed, her long legs barely on the bed. Her eyes slowly fluttered open as she heard my shuffle across the floor toward her. "Hey," I smiled a delicately. She wiped the sleep from her eyes and sat up. Her long dark hair rested on her shoulders, clearly showing a restless sleep. "Morning  Bro, how you feeling?" she question whispering as if Clary was asleep and slightest noise could wake her. The thought made a small pain shoot in my heart. "I'm as okay as I can be, doctors said I can go home this afternoon." I frowned

"That's a good thing, Jace, don't look so down." she began "soon You'll be out the hospital, and clary will wake up and everything will be normal again." she smiled as she climbed out of the bed. She made her way closer to me, I could see the exhaustion on her face; her eyes rimmed with dark circles, hair tousled and her lips chapped. The sight of her sent guilt through me.

"How can it go back to normal? Clary is going to hate me for putting her through this, her mom probably hates me and what if she never wakes up, or if she does, what if she has brain damage?" I asked quickly pacing slightly. Her jaw was slack and we stood in silence for a while. then suddenly after a long silent moment of thought, a smile formed on her face and she looked from me to clary and back to me.

"Oh brother how wrong you are, Clary is in love with you: I see it on her face, I can sense her tense slightly when you step closer and I hear the crack in her voice when she his around you because she is nervous. I don't think it is possible for her to hate you. As for Jocelyn she likes you and knows how important you are to Clary." a single tear trickles down my face and before she could possibly see my tear I turn away and face the window and wipe it away with my thumb. My thoughts run rampant, as the silence descends again.

"As for the brain damage, will you still love her if she does wake up to have brain damage?" she asks and I turn around quickly and look at her my jaw clenched because for some reason anger courses through my veins. "Of course I would, how could you ask me that?" I spit at her and her eyes widen. Her eyes relaxed and my heartbeat slowed. "I'm sorry Iz, I'm just stressed." her face showed sympathy.

"Jace, I know you would never stop loving her, and I know how stressed you are and I don't blame you for being angry; angry at me, angry at whatever caused the accident and angry at the world. but understand me now, It is not your fault, it was of cruel fate that the accident happened." her words sunk in and they hit a cord because I collapsed, I didn't have the strength anymore: the strength to stand, the strength to hold back the tears and the strength not to scream; so, I did I screamed and collapsed to the floor sobbing. Izzy kneeled and held me tightly. Seconds felt like minutes and minutes felt like hours. We just sat there on the floor, hugging one another.

"Iz." I heard a familiar voice whisper. Izzy's head shifted from my shoulder and looked up to the door I didn't look to the door, I knew I was a mess.

"Oh hey Simon," she said stiffly, standing up to greet Simon.

"Urm, hey Jace, I stopped by your room and Alec told me to tell you, that the doctors want to see you so could you get back as soon as possible," he said as I could feel his gaze on the back of my head. I nodded and wiped my tears away.  "Thank you, Simon, " I began before standing and walking toward the door avoiding eye contact, "I'll see you later Iz," I said over my shoulder.

After a short walk through the hospital, I arrive at my room where three figures stand, all three dark-haired; my brother Alec, my mother Maryse and my father Robert. My mother has a stone face, no empathy in her features and sympathy in her eyes, her features are weathered, creases by her eyes and lips show her age, and although she is thin her strength is unmistakable. My father, on the other hand, is undeniably soft his eyes possess compassion and love, his thinning hair states his time spent on this earth. His strength slightly less apparent, hidden to lule his opposition into a false sense of security.

If there were a hundred people lined up and I had to choose from them who was Robert and Maryse's child, I would undoubtedly choose Alec, his combination of stone and compassion written across his face shows the perfect balance of the lightwood parents.

"Hello mother, father nice to see you." i smiled hugging both of them.

"Jace, I'm glad you are okay" Maryse announced tightening.