Clace (Liberty High School) (Completed)

37. The Emergency

Author's Note: So....I've made a 911 call once and it was really traumatizing cause you know, it was AN EMERGENCY! So I don't really remember it very well. I kind of know the jist of it, but I can't really remember it all.

This is about to be really sad. I just want you to brace yourself. If you have triggers from self harm, skip to the bottom. I have a summary there for you.

Jace

I get out my phone and dial 911. "Hello, what is the emergency?" The operator asks.

"My gir.." She's not your girlfriend! She didn't want you. You weren't enough for her. She still cut herself and she still thinks of herself like  she's broken, ugly, weak, disgusting, and pathetic. "My friend. She just fainted. We're at 320 Idris Lane, San Diego, California. (Author's Note: Does anyone know what 320 is for?) Please come quick," I frantically shout. What am I going to do? If I lose Red, I...I wouldn't know what to do! No! I can't think like that! It'll be fine! But.. what if it isn't. Life isn't all happiness and sunshine. I leaned that all to well as a young child! I don't have the pleasure of a native idealistic outlook on life. I know it sucks sometimes and sometimes it's amazing! I hear the operator, and I snap out of it.

"Okay, son we need you to stay calm. Are they're any visible injuries on your friend? Can you tell me your friend's name and sex? (Author's Note: If sex isn't the correct term in this context, please tell me, and I'll promptly change it!) Has she recently been injured in any way," The operator asks.

Some sick person is texting her and making her think I hurt her, let me think, yes! I can't believe someone would do that! What's hurts the most, the text was so convincing, it made Red look down on herself again! I've been trying and trying and with one text, she's back to thinking she's broken, ugly, weak, disgusting, and pathetic. Now, if she even lives, she's going to think so lowly of herself! Ugh! I want that person to pay! "Her name is Clarissa Fray and she's.....16, I think." Did she ever tell me how old she is? "Yesterday at lunch, some jerk called her a name, and she fled to the bathroom. I found her, and she was cutting her leg with a razor blade. I cleaned it up, and stopped the bleeding," I explain while I start searching Red carefully for wounds. "Angel! She has a cut in her arm. She must've cut before I got here. I..there was a misunderstanding about something, and she was really mad at me. I...it's all my fault. I...she cut herself because of me!" I cry. Jace, you're just a sordid bastard! My dad's words ring in my ears. Red shouldn't be the one unconscious! It should be me! I should be the one who feels lowly of myself! I made Red think that! It's all my fault! If I would've just not been selfish for once and never approached her! If she never would've met me, she'd be okay right now. I'm just a...a sordid bastard! Maybe....I should just go and use the razor. It would be better for Red! It's be better for the world, if I was gone! You should be dying, not her! Innocent, adorable, kind, loving, caring, Red couldn't be dying, you should be!

"Son, you need to tell me, is her arm still bleeding?" The operator asks. Snap out of it Jace! You need to help Red! She's not going to die today!

I look and realize her sweater is full of blood. "Yeah, it's still bleeding," I manage.

"Okay, son I need you to try and stop the bleeding. I know it might be scary, but it might save her life," The operator demands. Scary, scary! Pull it together! You've got to help Red!

"I'll do anything to help her," I reply. Then, I find the first material I can, my shirt. I take it off, pull her sleeve up, and wrap it above the cut in her arm. The blood trickles out, but now it's not oozing. "I've slowed the bleeding. It's still going a little bit."

"That's okay, the ambulance should be there in a minute. Can you hear the sirens?" The operator asks.

"Yeah, they're getting pretty loud. That means they're close, right?" I confirm.

"Right," The operator assures me. I hear someone by the door. Well that was fast! Nope! It's Simon. "I'm going to hang up now. I hope your friend is okay." She hangs up, and I turn my attention to Simon.

"Simon, what are you doing here?" I ask.

"I...I heard the sirens and...." Simon begins, but he sees Clarissa. "Wh...what happened to her?"

"I...I didn't know. She...she cut herself before we got here. She...she didn't take care of it. She...she was bleeding. I stopped it," I managed through tears. Wait, when did I start crying?

"Jace, it's not your fault. It's okay, just breathe," Simon responds. Just then, the paramedics come in.

"Hey, her name is Clarissa Fray, she's 16, she's still breathing, and I've stopped the bleeding," I manage.

"Okay, we've got it from here," one on the paramedics says. They get her on the gurney and start wheeling her out. They're talking a bunch of medical stuff I don't understand, and I could never accurately repeat.

Once we reach the ambulance I say, "I'm coming with you." The brown hair paramedic nods, and I climb aboard. With the lights and sirens, we make it to the hospital in minutes. As we're rushing upto the entrance, a doctor comes out to meet us. The paramedics and doctor talk medical stuff, and they push her into a room.

"I'm sorry sir, but this is where the line ends for you," A nurse says from behind my shoulder. "There's a waiting room to the left. You can stay as long as it takes." I walk into the waiting room and cry in a ball on the in the corner beside the vending machine. My innocent little red is dying? Why is this happening? Why her and not me? Red, please say you won't let go.

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Summary: It's Jace's Pov. Clarissa confronts Jace. He's totally clueless, she gets really upset, he tries to explain, and she tells him she got a text from someone. The text says that Jace and some anonymous texter have been having sex for a week. For proof, the texter mentions his right hip scar and we'll as a new left thigh scar. Clarissa confronts Jace and then she passes out from blood lose, since she didn't take care of her arm after she cut earlier. Jace calls 911, Simon hears the sirens from next door and sees Clarissa unconscious, asks what happened, and Jace explains. An ambulance comes to take her to the hospital. Jace waits in the waiting room crying in a ball behind the vending machine.

I do not own any of the Mortal Instruments books, materials, etc. All credit belongs to Cassandra Clare.

Author's Note:
This is my first fanfic. I hope you guys like it! Please leave comments, votes, and feedback. I'm going to update, when I'm done and it'll be random.

Originally posted: 2/4/18