Chapter 28

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I drifted in and out of consciousness. Sometimes I would hear frantic and panicked yelling, as well as feel hands grab my body. Then I'd hear a small, quiet lullaby, sung by what seemed to be a goddess, before I drifted back into the endless void that was my mind. Then I'd feel a sudden warmth on my hand, and it would be soothing as someone whispered prayers. Once I heard someone say, "She's in stable condition." Then I drifted off again.

It was a bright morning when I opened my eyes for the first time, and I immediately regretted it as a throbbing pain pounded in my ears and within my head, as if someone was bouncing a ball around the inside of my skull, banging it on every surface.

After a moment or so, I opened my eyes completely, and looked around. I was definitely in an infirmary.

My throat was ridiculously dry, and I felt quite hungry. Not to mention the searing pain in my leg and back.

I looked down, and my leg was in a heavy cast, and my head was covered in thick bandages.

My hand was wrapped in a thin set of medical tape, so I guess I sprained it.

My vision was blurry, and I moved my neck around to look at my surroundings, immediately regretting it as my neck seemed to lock up, and pain erupted down my spine.

I yelped in surprise, and the door swung open, revealing a very concerned doctor, and three surprised nurses.

We immediately made eye contact and all four of them rushed to my side, picking me up so I could sit and placing my glasses on my nose.

One lifted a glass to my lips, to which I eagerly chugged down, and another supported the back of my neck while the third one inspected my cast to see if I had accidentally teared it.

"It's still intact." She reported, and the doctor sighed in relief before wiping sweat off of his forehead.

"You gave us quite a scare there, miss." He said with a nervous chuckle.

"What do you mean?" I asked, surprised at how hoarse my voice was. "You drifted in and out of consciousness from time to time and nearly died on your way here. The hit from the chandelier severely damaged your spine and neck, not to mention your leg and your head. You suffered a major concussion, broken leg, sprained wrist, and a fracture in your spine. Luckily, Mistress Rosetta got here rather quickly and your back should be healed, but it might take a while for you to start walking again." He said, and I nodded as I looked down at my leg, surprised at the extensive damage.

"Is Sam alright?" I asked, my voice still scratchy. He seemed surprised that I asked about the boy instead of my own health, but quickly nodded. "Yes. Luckily, your throw was perfect and he landed a safe distance from the light fixture. The worst he suffered was a few scratched from fallen glass." He said with a smile, to which I returned before sighing.

"How long am I gonna have to be here?" I asked, and he sighed. "I'm sorry, but a few days at least. You need all the time you can get to heal before you start walking again."

They slowly fed me food, much to my displeasure, and I softly chewed on the chicken leg as the door swung open.

A frantic Clary and relieved Peony stood there, both panting, as if they had run here from across the palace.

Clary attempted to launch herself at me, scaring the nurses half to death, but Peony foresaw this event and quickly grabbed onto Clary's waist.

Clary was sputtering incoherent nonsense and it took her about fifteen minutes to calm down.

When she finally did, she had over dramatic waterfalls streaming from her eyes, while I saw Peony look at me in relief.

"Is... *sniff*... she okay?" Clary asked, trying not to breakdown again. "She'll be alright Miss Clary." The doctor reassured, and Clary nodded, tears still streaming from her eyes.

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