Do you Remember me?

Chapter 29

In a coma.

Three words that Clary never expected she would hear in her lifetime.

Something she only saw in movies or read in books- yet here she was, seconds after hearing it herself for the first time.

Jace was in a coma.

How could she have let this happen to him? Did she ever consider that it could happen? Did the doctors words ever echo in her mind every time she talked to Jace? Did she ever stop and think of the possibility?

The answer was no. She didn't.

Because she was being selfish.

Not having Jace in her life seemed worse than death so why should she have to let him go?

Maybe that was her mentality every time she watched him laugh- or maybe, she was just trying to heal that wound that had been left open for so long.

Forgetting about Jace's physical one.

Why did it have to turn out this way? Why couldn't she have had that perfect, happily ever after she had always wished to have with Jace?

Did it really have to be like this?

The thoughts never seemed to stop continuously flowing in one after the other as she walked into the room, seeing Jace's unconscious body on the hospital bed.

She knew was crying before she even saw him, the guilt she felt seeming to overpower any other emotion she could have been feeling at the time.

Seeing him hooked up to all the machines, skin that once held so much lively colour now drained to be so pale- blending in with the scenery around him.

She shakily sat down next to him, blinking away floods and floods of tears as she looked at him.

Only the slight rising and falling of his chest signalled he was actually breathing and alive.

That she wasn't looking at his corpse.

Nothing about the body she was gazing at resembled the once bubbly, charismatic man she knew.

She had taken that away from him.

And she didn't know how long it would be until it would come back.

* * *

Jace didn't know how long it had been as the hours seem to tick away slowly- he didn't even know if it were night or day.

He was on the brink of insanity, desperately wanting to wake up from this terrible nightmare when he heard the door open and footsteps creep in.

He tried to prick his ears to no prevail, silencing his thoughts instead to figure out who had entered the room.

The chair next to him creaked as the person sat down and Jace started to get anxious, not knowing who could be just staring at him right now.

"Jace," The voice sniffled. "I'm so sorry."

Clary?

Jace willed his body to move, for his eyes to open, for his arms to reach out and pull her into his embrace, but he couldn't. He hated to hear her sounding so... broken.

Was she blaming herself because of him?

"This is all my fault." She sobbed, the noise sounding muffled as Jace assumed she clamped a hand over her mouth.

"Clary!" He wanted to scream, "This isn't your fault! I'm here! I can hear you!"

"Why do I have to be so stupid." She whispered, and Jace felt it as she wound her fingers through his.