Almost Disaster ..::2::..After Clary passed out, Jace had dropped to his knees right in from of her. Oh God. Oh God. Oh God. He kept repeating in his mind.
"Clary?!" He practically screamed at her, his voice was filled with agonizing tears.
Jace slowly wrapped his right arm under Clary's shoulders, careful not to touch her vicious injury. He could see that his tears were already coming. Because some of them were already dotting Clary's gray-blue bra, making it turn a deeper blue. Jace wrapped his left arm under her knees, hauling her up in his arms. He clutched her tightly to him, afraid she might turn to ashes before his very eyes
"Jesus Christ," Jace said hoarsely. He felt scorching hot fluid run down his cheeks and down his neck. He hadn't cried like that since he was a little boy. But this was his Clary we're talking about. His beautiful Clary, that was now unconscious in his arms.
Funny thing was, Clary could hear every word he was saying. She wanted so much to tell him it was okay, when it wasn'