Jace Lightwood (shadow_jace) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2016-08-26 09:49:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, alec lightwood, clary fray, isabelle lightwood, jace herondale |
Who: Jace, Clary, Izzy, Alec
What: Jace wakes up injured
Where: The Institute
When: August 7
Rating: TBA
Status: Complete
Jace should have seen this coming. Dream injuries happened and he seemed to be exempt from them, an invincible force, a lot like his dream self. Last night’s dream had brought him to a new level. He had fought, had inches of his blade in his father’s chest, and he hesitated, asked him for last words. He wasn’t sure if it was arrogance, fear, or love in spite of everything else. It was his downfall.
In a flash, he felt the mortal sword pierce skin. Valentine had said he was sorry, and now… there was a blade. He could feel the sting, although it felt like a dream within a dream. The blade stuck out of his chest, through his heart, and he couldn’t breathe. That was the last he remembered as he faded away.
At the institute, in life, he was gasping, struggling as he tried to will himself back to consciousness. He was aware of pain, and not much else. Blood pooled over his chest. The mortal sword’s injury had come through. Thin fingers reached out, grasping Clary’s arm as she lie next to him.
Clary woke with a start as Jace grabbed her arm. Frowning up at him in confusion, it took a second for her brain to catch up with what was happening. “Jace?” she asked, leaning up so she could look at his face. “Jace? What’s wrong?” she propped herself up on her elbow and placed her hand on his chest. “Wha..?” she pulled it away when she felt wetness and frowned more. Unable to see in the low moonlight filtering through the drapes, she reached over Jace and turned the bedside light on.
Gasping, Clary knelt on the bed as she took in the sight. “Oh my...Izzy! Izzy wake up!” she screamed over her shoulder as she straddled Jace’s hips and leaned over to press her hands to the wound on his chest. Looking around frantically, she caught sight of her nightshirt caught on the edge of the bedside table from here it had been flung the night before and grabbed it, wadding it up and pressing it down onto the wound. “Izzy! Where are you?” she cried out over her shoulder. She looked back at Jace, trying to catch his eyes and not let his ragged breathing get to her. “It’s gonna be ok, you’re gonna be fine, Izzy will get here with a stele and everything’s gonna be fine,” she tried to reassure him, knowing her stele was too far beyond her reach right now.
Izzy woke immediately when she heard her parabatai calling out to her, moving quickly she moved towards the room Clary and Jace shared and burst into the room. “What the...” she breathed taking in the sight before her, flipping the light on she rushed to the bed pressing her stele to his skin and drawing the healing rune. “What happened?” she asked Clary, watching as Jace writhing on the bed in obvious pain.
At his own place, Alec had been sleeping, curled up next to Magnus. It was one of the nights that he regularly had off as the club wasn’t all too busy on Sunday night. Still, nothing would have prepared him for the pain he felt in his chest. The initial shock of it jolted him awake and he gasped for air, feeling his chest for the source of the pain but there was nothing there. It took him a bit to realizing what was truly happening.
Despite the pain he was feeling, he jumped out of bed. “I have to get to the Institute,” he told Magnus who had begun to wake up from the commotion. “I think something’s wrong with Jace.”
Stabbing pain and seering heat were the only things that Jace knew for sure. He couldn’t think of the dreams, or of the attack. There were no answers that could come from his mouth that was filling with blood. He looked up frantically for Clary, but his vision was not clear. He could hear screaming, but had no idea what they were saying. He felt fear. He had been so confident, playing with his new skills, putting himself in danger and for what? For this? He was careless, reckless, and now he was paying the price.
Weakly, he tried to reach out for anything that made sense in a very scrambled state of mind. His fingers found one of the girls, although he wasn’t even sure it was real anymore. He needed a hospital.
“I don’t know, we were asleep and then he started breathing funny. I touched his chest and there was all this blood everywhere,” Clary explained as they watched Izzy’s healing rune fade into Jace’s skin. Risking a quick look under the bloody cloth in her hands, she saw the wound was still gaping and bleeding. “The runes aren’t working...I...try again and if nothing then...I guess we try the mundane way and call an ambulance?” she suggested, reapplying pressure to the wound. Jace’s hand reached out and his fingers touched her arm. Ducking down, she quickly pressed a kiss to his palm, whispering against his skin. “It’s gonna be ok, just stay with me, stay with me.”
Izzy drew another rune and groaned in frustration when it still didn’t work, “Fine we try it the normal way” she said her face hard as she swallowed down the fear and worry building inside her, grabbing her phone she called for an ambulance. Then she placed her stele on his skin again, “You’re gonna be bugging us again in no time Jace, just you wait and see” she said forcing her hand to be steady as she drew another rune.
Alec burst through the door and surveyed the scene in front of him; he couldn’t even process what he was seeing. “I..what...Jace…” he said, moving towards his parabatai. This certainly explained the pain he had felt earlier. Luckily, Magnus had been able to open up a portal to get him to the Institute. “Let me try…” he said, pulling out his own stele. Runes were more effective when applied by a parabatai.
Jace’s three best friends were hard at work, using their runes. Both Clary and Izzy had helped, although it was hard to see with all the blood. They had started. Alec’s arrival brought new strength to the team, and that helped even more. Weak fingers reached for the fabric of Alec’s shirt, just letting them know Jace was still with them. He was struggling, but he was in there fighting. Slowly, his friends were winning. He would still need doctors, but the bleeding was decreasing. They just needed to keep it up.
Clary watched on as Alec desperately tried to help his parabatai. Biting her lip, she watched the runes fade into her lover’s skin and prayed the power of parabatai would would and overcome this deadly wound. She pressed down on Jace’s shoulder as hard as she could to try and stem the bleeding. She’d apologise later if she was too rough, but right now, rougher was better.
Izzy continued to draw the runes with her stele on Jace’s skin along with Alec, the blood seemed to be slowing but it wasn’t working nearly as much as it should. Hearing the sirens of an ambulance Izzy moved away, “Clary keep drawing” she said grabbing Clary’s stele and handing it to her, “I need to direct them here, they won’t be able to see the Institute” she said she’d have to draw on the walls of the building to make them see a home.
Alec didn’t say anything, he just continued to work to help Jace. That was the only thing that mattered. He just gave a nod, as he heard his sister speak. His eyes were completely focused on Jace and the marks he continuously made hoping that the next one would actually stop the bleeding.
With the three of them working together, the runes were working. He had taken extensive damage. In the dreams, it was enough to kill him. Repairing that damage was difficult, even for healing runes, but the more they worked, the more progress they made, and by now, it was noticeable. The bleeding lessened to a trickle, and Jace, although weak, was coming back. His fingers started to curl, and his eyes fluttered.
Sirens signaled the ambulance’s arrival at the institute. The medics were bringing things in, prepared to receive the patient. It wouldn’t be the job they would have had five minute ago. This scene was less bloody, thanks to Jace’s cousins and girlfriend.
“What happened here?” one of the medics asked.
Clary got to work as soon as Izzy told her to. The bleeding had lessened to a point where she didn’t think she needed to apply pressure to the wound so she tossed the ruined shirt to the side and concentrated on drawing the runes, only looking up when the medics spoke. She stepped back and let them work, slipping her stele into the waistband of her pyjama shorts. “I don’t know, we were asleep and then he woke up screaming, there was blood everywhere and he couldn’t catch his breath. I tried to stem the bleeding,” she told them, watching Jace’s pale face.
“Just help him” Isabelle said watching and worrying, though she did notice how Jace seemed to be a little better than when she had left to show the ambulance crew in. It looked like the runes had eventually started to work, which was good but Jace was still in a bad way.
Alec stopped using his stele as soon as the paramedics came into the room. He didn’t know what had happened so he stayed silent while Clary explained; albeit, he was curious as to what had happened as well. Slowly, he backed away so that the paramedics could attend to Jace.
The bleeding had nearly stopped. The runes had worked, although it was harder to tell with all the mess and the wound itself. The medics looked at each other, noting all the blood on the sheets, and yet the wound was not as big. Carefully, they prepped him for the stretcher, and then got him in the ambulance.
The medic turned to Alec, Izzy, and Clary. “I know you were trying to help, and it looks like whatever you did stopped a lot of bleeding, and probably saved him.” He wasn’t really sure what happened, but he gave credit where credit was due.