The Aftermath Chronicles: A TMI FanFic

Part 14

Clary watched from Isabelle's actual bed as James had Sienna's blood pumped into his body using a dialysis machine Magnus had stolen from somewhere.

He sat there silently, the machine working quietly, filtering out the demonic blood.

This might actually work.

Clary allowed her hopes to rise. Maybe Isabelle would be okay. Maybe they'd all be okay. 

Exhaustion was beginning to settle in.

The dialysis would take at least 30 minutes, Magnus had predicted.

It was a slow process. Clary could feel herself sinking into the mattress.

Magnus opened the door to Isabelle's room.

"There's a lost puppy downstairs," he announced. Clary stood up, straightening her gear.

She exited, Isabelle's room, shutting the door softly behind her. She stood at the railing of the balcony that looked over the main entrance room, where the stairs let out at. Jace stood at the foot of them, soaking wet. He looked miserable; not because he was probably cold but because he was tired in more ways than one.

"I'm sorry," he said. His gold hair was a stringy mess, tangling into curls. 

The back of Clary's mind was concerned about how cliche it was that she was on a balcony watching her lover give a profound apology.

"It doesn't matter," Clary said. "I can't stay mad at you. I had hoped you figure that out."

A smile cracked on his face.

"Well, I'm not known for being bright," he said. 

"Then what are you known for?"

"My gorgeous looks and ability to decapitate an Oni demon from a record thirty six feet away."

"Why thirty six?"

He shrugged, looking up at her with those beautiful eyes.

Clary motioned with her head for Jace to come upstairs.

Within seconds, his lips were against hers and everything was right in their little, hopeless world. 

..........

Alec looked up when there was a knock at the door. He had been reading Great Expectations. It had been left in his nightstand by some unknown previous visitor.

He pulled the sheets on his bed up a bit more, out of uncertainty more than anything.

"Uh, come in," Alec said. His eyes caught a fading iratze. He looked back up. Jace was closing the door to his room as if he was trying to be absolutely silent; one hand on the door nob, the other on the edge of the door frame.

When the door finally clicked shut, Jace turned around, straightening up.

"You're alright," Alec said, relieved. Jace didn't have any visible wounds.

Jace sauntered over.

"Magnus," Jace said, enunciating the word, "has kept you locked away for the past couple of days."

"He didn't let you see me?" Alec wasn't angry. He liked Magnus' occasional possessiveness. It reminded him that the warlock wasn't so as narcissistic as he lead others to believe.

"Come on, Alec," Jace said, as if Alec should have known.

Jace pulled a chair up to sit beside Alec.

"Are you going to tell me what's been happening?" Alec asked.

Jace set off on a ten minute explanation of everything that had happened in the last week, including the news about Sienna, which had been broken to Jace by Clary just moments before.