The Aftermath Chronicles: A TMI FanFic

Part 12

"Leave her!" Clary shouted at Jace as he moved to untie her again.

"We need to finish clearing this wing," the man from LA said.

"I'll go," Jace said. The Consul stepped back from Robert Lightwood who was still lying on the ground. His head wound was slowly healing, the body of his attacker was motionless next to him.

"Someone should stay with them," the Consul pointed out.

"I'll stay," Clary said, glaring back at Jace.

"You're not staying alone with Isabelle," Jace said.

"You'll both stay," the Consul said. The two adults stalked out of the room.

Jace began pacing as Clary monitored Isabelle's breathing.

"What happened to her?" Jace asked.

"Some kind of possession," Clary assumed.

"Magnus can fix this right?" Jace looked down at his sister with a pitiful look. Her usually neat hair was everywhere, greasy with sweat.

"I don't know," she said, her voice quiet.

Jace's mind wandered to Alec. Was he safe alone at the Institute? 

Someone entered the hospital room.

"All clear," an unfamiliar Shadowhunter said. Jace relaxed. He noticed Isabelle. "Is she alright?"

"Get Magnus Bane," Clary said. "Tell him it's Isabelle."

The Shadowhunter nodded and ran off. 

"Can we at least loosen the straps?" Jace asked. They looked so tight around her wrists and ankles.

"Jace," Clary said. "Wait for Magnus."

"I'm tired of waiting on Magnus," Jace complained. He began pacing the room.

Robert Lightwood was still passed out on the floor but his color was returning.

Clary sat on the edge of Isabelle's bed.

"What's taking so long?" Jace shouted after a minute of tense silence.

"I'll go find him," Clary said.

"No," Jace said quickly. Clary wasn't leaving his side.

"Fine," Clary said. "Then sit down and be quiet."

Jace turned and glared at her. She didn't look at him. She kept her eyes on Isabelle.

..........

Alec had fallen asleep, despite trying to stay awake after Magnus left him.

He was feeling much better. 

He slowly got to his feet and rummaged around his bags to find his stele. He drew and iratze, strength, and mental clarity rune. Anything to make him feel better.

The door to his room had been left unlocked. He was actually surprised the Magnus hadn't locked it using magic. It took him a moment to realize that that meant his power was being used for something else.

He wandered the Institute looking for someone. But no one seemed to be around. 

As Alec was heading back upstairs, he saw a note left on one of the side tables in the main entrance way.

It was Jace's hurried handwriting on a torn piece of notebook paper.

Gone. We'll be back. Don't try to come after us, Alexander. We called the Clave. It's safe. Go back to sleep.