Saving Clary (A Mortal Instruments and Clace Fanfic)

Chapter 21

Jace's POV

We spent the remainder of the day fixing Clary and the younger girl's wounds. I learned her name was Teddy... Wayland, but I didn't want to get into that yet. It pained me to see Clary heal as a mundane, and all the pain she took just to enable the wounds to heal. I sat there holding her hand, and reassuring her while they set her foot and ribs, and stitched her stomach, her shoulder, and practically her whole back! They haven't done anything to her leg yet, to be honest I don't know what they are going to do, all they've done is wrap it and I can't blame them, it's not the prettiest sight in the world. Luckily her face is only scratched, and shouldn't take that long to heal, but her concussion is a different story. She could be in the infirmary for weeks or months, no one knows yet, but we do know it'll be a while.

Everyone else has gone to bed. After Clary was as fixed up as she could get, Izzy left to finish her tour with Teddy and get her a room, Magnus went home, he was exhausted and cranky by the time he was done so I'm glad he left for the night. Maryse and Robert had a small meeting together, I wanted to know what it was about, but that was only on the back of my mind at the moment.

As for me, I pulled up another one of the infirmary beds next to Clary and held her hand as she slept. She was so beautiful, even in the state she was in at the moment, shes still by far the most beautiful girl in the world. Her chest rises and falls evenly, as I catch myself drifting off to the sound of her soft breathing.

I don't know if I fell asleep or not but I know I'm brought back to my senses by the sudden jerk of her hand in mine. I open my eyes to see her breathing rapidly and her eyes are open looking straight up at the ceiling. I instantly prop my self up on one arm. I see her close her eyes tight then open them again before I speak up.

"Hey..."

She moves her head ever so slightly towards me and gives me a warm smile, but I can see something behind it.

"You okay?" That was a stupid question, of course shes not okay. I try to keep my expression cheerful, but against my will it turns to worry.

"Yea...yea I'm f-fine"

I sit up further and look directly into her eyes looking for the truth of how she is, but I can't find it, I can only focus on her gorgeous eyes staring deep into mine.

"You sure? Maybe you should go back to sleep you've been through a lo..."

"No!" She says way to quickly, but recovers "N-no...I'm not tired anymore, I'm okay really." she says earnestly

I sigh and stand up into the small space between her bed and mine and place my hands on the rails on either side of her bed, still looking into her eyes.

"Hows your head?" I ask intently, worry obviously laced in my words.

She gives a small chuckle but winces at the end and tries to cover it, but I already saw. Then she's honest to me and says:

"It feels like my head was smashed between a sledgehammer and an anvil."

"I don't think thats a far off accusation." I tell her with a small smile.

"Can you help me sit up?" She says while smiling back at my side comment.

"Are you sure you want to do that? Won't the movements hurt your head?"

"Oh please" She cuts me off, "The only thing hurting my head is the sight of your bright golden figure."

"Aww I can't control my stunningly attractive looks, but if I could I would surly turn down my hotness if it made you feel better."

She groans and attempts to push herself up with her arms.

"Even when I'm in the infirmary, you can't stop being cocky for one day?"