AN: I have a bunch of excuses, but you probably would rather just read the story than hear my excuses... so here you go:

Disclaimer: Cassandra Clare owns TMI, not me.

Clary and Simon were playing a video game when Clary's phone rang. She shot Simon an apologetic glance, who shrugged and sighed, pausing the game.

"Hello?"

"Clary!" a voice panted from the receiver.

"Who is this?"

"It's Isabelle." Even though she didn't know her very well, Clary could hear Isabelle's eyes rolling. After taking a moment to breathe, Isabelle continued, "You need to get to the Institute right now. Have Simon bring you."

"Why? What's going on?"

"....It's Jace. He's hurt. The - Ouch! Alec! Get off! - the demon got the best of him for once."

Clary wasn't sure what the point of her being there was, as it wasn't like she'd be able to do anything to help Jace, but told Isabelle that she'd be there shortly and hung up.

"Simon--"

"I know. Let's go." He grabbed her jacket, gave it to her, and started to the door. Clary put on her jacket, and asked, "How do you know?"

Simon sighed. "Vampire, remember?" He pointed to himself. "I've got superhuman hearing, so I heard what Isabelle said loud and clear. Which is why I'm surprised that you're not already out the door."

Clary paused and cocked her head at him. Evidently deciding leaving was more important than clearing up Clary's confusion, Simon grabbed her arm and pulled her out the door, Clary shuffling her feet in an effort not to fall.

Isabelle paced outside the infirmary, waiting for Magnus to finish his magic on Jace. Alec was slumped against the wall, with his head in his hands, looking exhausted. He was the only one that hadn't gotten hurt in the fight, but Isabelle's minor injury was fixed easily with an iratze. Jace, on the other hand.... Well, Magnus was in there, throwing sparks around, doing the best he could, but Scryx demons were dangerous. And Isabelle didn't know what she would do if she lost another brother. In a sudden flash of anger, Isabelle hit the wall, the pain in her hand relieving her stress slightly. Alec looked up, alarmed, and walked over to heal her hand. He pulled out his stele and grabbed her bloody hand gingerly.

"You're turning into Jace," he mumbled.

She shot him a withering look. "Don't insult me."

Alec ignored this and while the skin in her hand knitted itself back together, he put his hand around her shoulders in a brotherly gesture. She put her head on his shoulder, and he mumbled, "He'll be okay. Magnus is the best; he'll fix Jace." Even though Alec had no way of knowing this, it made Isabelle feel much more confident.

But something was missing. Jace was hurt and Clary wasn't there yet. "Where the hell is Clary? I called her like half an hour ago."

"She'll be here soon."

They stood in silence for a few more moments before the doorbell rang. Isabelle rushed off to get the door, glad for something to do, and sure it was Clary. She pulled open the heavy creaking wooden door, to find Clary and Simon on the dark doorstep.

"Clary! What took you so long?" Without waiting for her response, Isabelle nodded at Simon and grabbed Clary's arm, pulling her inside. "Sorry Simon," she added to the vampire before slamming the door shut.

"Come," Isabelle commanded, dragging Clary all the way to the infirmary. Alec looked up briefly when they turned the corner, but did not comment on the odd sight. He was trying to look in control, but Izzy knew him too well. She could see that he was obviously not -- he was worried about his brother as well.

"Isabelle?" Clary asked timidly, after they had settled against the wall next to Alec.

"Yeah?" The space under the door to the infirmary turned bright blue for a moment. The group of three could hear Magnus chanting in a foreign language.

"Can I do anything to help?"

"I don't think so. Your power is with runes, and if you used a rune on Jace, it wouldn't help. He has demon injuries."

Clary sighed softly. "Then why'd you tell me to come?"

Isabelle was shocked at this. That was the absolute last thing she expected to come out of that girl's mouth. "What?"

"What good am I doing here if I can't help?" Clary sounded bitter, and she sounded like she was trying very hard to hide her annoyance. Isabelle bristled slightly.

"Well, I assumed that you would deem it important enough to take time out of your terribly busy schedule to come. But who am I to decide if you would care whether Jace lives or not?" Isabelle remarked. She was shocked at herself for saying something like that to Clary, who was her best friend, but Clary was definitely not acting like herself. Isabelle turned and glared at Clary, taking out all of her frustrations over Jace's injured state and Clary's unClary-like state. This was not Clary. Clary would be out of her mind with worry over Jace. Izzy should be comforting her, telling her he would be fine - that he was Jace for crying out loud. Not convincing her that it was important. Not telling her that Jace could die. No. Clary should be worried; she should've been at the Institute in thirty seconds, not thirty minutes. What the hell was wrong with her?

Clary looked down under Isabelle's harsh gaze, and mumbled something softly that slightly resembled "Sorry." Isabelle huffed, but let it go.

The space beneath the door turned electric blue again - lighting up the hallway. This time it lasted for at least ten seconds, and they heard Magnus sigh. The door creaked open a moment later, and Isabelle jumped up. Out came an exhausted looking Magnus - his hair had even lost some of its glitter, and his whole self had lost a lot of its sparkliness. Magnus was just a sparkly person - with or without glitter.

Alec stood up and put his arm around Magnus, who leaned heavily onto Alec.

"Well?" Isabelle asked, unable to wait any longer.

Magnus exhaled heavily, exponentially increasing the building tension. Isabelle glared at him, and he smirked slightly, telling her that he was teasing her. This relaxed her slightly.

"He'll be fine." The three teenagers let out audible sighs of relief. "Though I cannot say the same for my hair." He gestured to the now limp black locks. "Sadly, it may never be the same again. This used all of my energy! And it will cost you big, Nephilim!" He turned to Alec. "Or maybe it'll just cost you." He winked, and Alec turned scarlet. Izzy rolled her eyes and pushed past them both to see Jace. She heard Clary get up and follow her a moment later.

Jace was unconscious; though unsurprising, it was still annoying. His gold curly hair was all over the pillow, and his face was drenched in sweat. His chest was bare, and his stomach was wrapped up pretty well. Thankfully, the wrapping was still pristine. Isabelle knew from past experience that Magnus had made his injury but a scar, yet it would still hurt pretty damn bad for a couple days. And the bandage would help keep everything in its place. Knowing Jace, he'd be up and running tomorrow, even though he should need about a week before he felt up to par.

Looking over at Clary, Isabelle noticed the small girl staring at Jace sadly. Clary moved to push a piece of hair, that Isabelle hadn't even noticed, out of Jace's eyes - not that they were open.

"How long until he'll wake up?" she asked.

"Ummm, probably in a couple of hours. He's got runes to help himself heal now that the poison's gone from his system."

"Should we stay?"

Isabelle was surprised to hear this question after Clary's annoyance earlier. "I'm going to, you can if you want to. Unless you think there's no point?" Isabelle's tone was biting at the end. Clary shook her head apologetically, and gentled murmured that she'd stay. She sat on one of the cots next to Jace, and Isabelle joined her. They waited quietly, until Clary asked Isabelle about the fight. Isabelle was planning on telling her briefly, but her boredom and worry took ahold of her and she ended up talking for hours. It was in the midst of this that Jace's eyes fluttered open. Isabelle stopped her story abruptly, and both girls walked over to Jace's cot.

He started to turn his head before wincing, obviously too sore to move his neck.

He remained quiet for a moment; Isabelle assumed he was trying to assess his injuries and surroundings. Jace's gaze traveled over to his audience. He raised an eyebrow. "Where's Alec?"

"What? Are we not good enough for you?" Isabelle asked indignantly.

"Ehh."

Isabelle snorted at his sarcastic indifference. Clary rolled her eyes. Jace turned his head slightly to see the rest of the cots. He winced again, but continued his search. When he was finished he seemed visibly relieved, and Isabelle realized he'd been looking for Alec.

Apparently Clary had realized this too because she said, "Alec's with Magnus."

Jace smirked a little. "Paying the bill?"

AN: Hope you liked Izzy's POV. It was pretty fun to write... I'm not sure how long it'll be til the next update -- my life is fairly insane at the moment...

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