Invisible (Updated Version)

Part 1

"Jason, what has gotten into you? We both need to focus our attention on this new virus. It's slowly draining people's power just like her. For all we know she could just have a more advanced stage of the virus. There's nothing more we can do for her."

Jace wasn't convinced. Something about killing this girl seemed so wrong to him. Because that's what it felt like to him. Not putting her out of her misery, not doing what was best but killing her. She refused to give up when all odds said she should be dead and Jace couldn't imagine giving up on someone that tough, ot when she so desperately needed him to fight for her.

He looked down at her lying in the sterile environment of a hospital room. Her brown hair was the only splash of color in the room fanned out across the while pillows. H ivory skin almost completely blended in with the white sheets and clothes she wore - standard issue by the hospital wing. The room consisted of white walls, an empty dresser against the wall opposite her bed and a night table adjacent to where she lay. There was a white leather chair pushed up against the wall next to her head. It was supposed to be the family chair. In any other patients room there was always some family member occupying it but in Jane's room it had remained empty for so long Jace could almost see dust forming on the back and arms. Her room seemed unusually lonely to him. Most of the time family and friends filled the space with posters and cards and flowers, maybe that was why he finally felt the desire to fight for one of his patients – because it was abundantly clear that no one else would.

"Just give her one more day," he pleaded, "She has no one. What if this is someone's daughter or girlfriend and they wake up tomorrow looking for her and she's gone?" Jace hoped fiercely that he wasn't overstepping. "What if we kill her and they never get to say goodbye?"

The doctor studied the girl. "I guess one more day won't make a difference to the clinic. If she's fought this hard to make it through a draining the least I can do is give her one more day to wake up," he paused and pointed a wrinkled finger at Jace, "I'm serious though, Jason. If her eyes are not open by tomorrow morning I will have to inject her, we need the bed."

Finally letting out the breath he'd been holding, Jace nodded curtly at the Doctor and left the room. He was already ten minutes late for English and sticking around to stare at a girl that made him want to throttle his mentor was not in his best interests.

"Jason!" Ms. Hues shirked, effectively evaporating Jace's daydream. "Would you mind supplying us with one of your ever witty answers?"

"I...well uh...you see, I" Jace tried to form a coherent sentence but his day dream of Jane Doe finally opening her eyes was messing with his mental process. Usually, although Ms. Hues thought she was clever, it was pretty easy to figure out what she was asking based on what she had typed on the board but today every time he tried to focus on her chicken scratches he found himself wondering what colour Jane Doe's eyes would be.

"Jason!?"

"I, um, don't know, Ms. Hues." he struggled out.

"Well, Jason, I know something. I know if you can't focus you can leave my class. Off you go now." she made a shooing motion towards the door, looking altogether too satisfied to have finally caught the unflappable Jace Andrews off her hands.

With only five minutes left until his first break Jace decided to head to the hospital wing. It wasn't likely that after a month in a coma Jane Doe would suddenly open her eyes just because he decided to drop in for a visit but it was worth a shot. Maybe she would feel him there. Maybe she would understand that he cared, even if no one else seemed to. Since pretty much everyone in the education wing was still in class the only sound were Jace's steps echoing off the stone walls as he moved towards her room. For the most part, the Academy that Jace and the others with elevated power levels called home was pretty bland. He'd always just assumed it was to keep all the Academies looking uniform. All the corridors, walls and floors, were made of stone. Each room in the hospital wing consisted of white everything, from the sheets to the white tiled floor and every apartment was a minimalist style in shades of brown unless the occupants took the initiative to decorate.