afrogamongswans:

                         _{She’s reading in the backseat, even though she’s not supposed to be. Later, she won’t even be able to tell you the title of the book, but that doesn’t matter right now. Now, she’s reading, and the rest of the world has fallen away, even Dave listening to music in the seat next to her. She notices Marcus check her in the mirror absent-mindedly. Her fingers slide under the page and start to turn it.} 

                         _{The truck comes out of nowhere. Her mind barely manages to register screaming metal and screaming, her own, before everything goes dark. And then suddenly she’s awake again, lying in the snow, which is melting beneath her, but strangely, she doesn’t feel cold.}

                         _{She blinks a few times, before sitting up, and then standing up, examining her hands. She seems to be fine. Her head turns, looking around, and then she stops, and suddenly feels like throwing up as she sees Marcus. And then she starts searching for someone, anyone.}

                         _{And then she spots a hand. Her thoughts immediately turn to Dave, and she runs over, kneeling down and reaches out to grab their hand. But her fingers slide away in shock as she notices the bracelet. The very same one on her wrist.}

                         _{Except this one is blood splattered. She has to muffle a scream as she leans over and sees herself, part of her arm stripped to the point she can see the bone, and blood covering her clothes.}

                         _{In the distance, she can hear an ambulance, but she can’t bring herself to care as her mind whirls. Is she dead? Is this what happens after you die? The next half hour is a blur to her, and the next thing she knows is she’s stood in a hospital room. Staring at herself.}

                         _{There’s a tube down her throat, but she can’t feel a thing, she knows she should be in incredible pain right now. But she’s not. And then her thoughts turn to Mindy. Where is she? Have they even called her?}

                         _{She hopes they tell Mindy what hospital they took Dave to. She sort of hopes Mindy goes to him instead of her.}

                         _{It’s strangely funny to her.}

                         _{She always thought being a superhero or her asthma would be what killed her.}

                         _{But it was looking like it might be this instead.}

_{[ Usually any form of family thing required her presence. Whether or not she wanted to be included. A other time she wouldn’t even last more than half an hour before whinging about wanting to go home. Social situations weren’t exactly Mindy’s forte. They were Hit-Girls. Marcus would constantly be on her back about going to these kinds of things. It’s good for you to get to know my family better. They spent any form of holiday together since she was eleven and quite frankly she was sick of it.}

_{She’d stayed up the previous two nights to make herself look as bad as possible. If she looked sick, it was probably more believable and she’d get out of going. Of course, Marcus had no choice but to just go along with it. She certainly wasn’t giving up and he had just decided there was absolutely nothing to be done to change her mind. ]}

          _{“We’ll be home in the morning.” Marcus stated firmly, placing a twenty dollar bill on the counter. “Dinner only.”}

                         _{As if she had anything else to spend it on.}

          _{“Yes sir.” Mindy grinned sarcastically, bringing up a hand to salute the man as he closed the door behind him.}

_{[ She wasn’t really planning on doing anything. Maybe spend the day pigging out on whatever junk food was laying around and abuse some people on the Playstation. Maybe go out when the sun starts to go down, see if there was anything worth being out on patrol for.} 

_{It hadn’t even been two hours since they had left before she had received a phone call from Clary. Probably just checking up on her. Not that it was needed. It wasn’t like she couldn’t take care of herself. Sighing, she answered. “What?” Her tone, along with her facial expression was quite clearly bored. At least it was until the woman on the other line began speaking. Car crash? Hospital? Coma? She was trying to make sense of the entire thing without freaking out on the poor woman. ]}

_{[ New York traffic was a bitch, even on a motorbike it still took a while for her to finally reach the hospital. And once she had gotten inside and up to the room they’d informed her that her sister was in, it all sunk in. There she was. Covered in tubes, nurses and doctors surrounding her. She just wanted to run in there and shove them all away – Even she knew it was a bad idea but she didn’t want any of them touching her. ]}

          _{“Clary?” She whispered from the hallway. Quite obviously aware that her sister couldn’t hear her. But it was worth a shot at least.}