[ Clary was sat on the floor, by Mindy’s legs. Even if Mindy didn’t know she was there, at least she wasn’t alone. No one had told her about Dave or Marcus yet, and she wanted to scream, it wasn’t fair. She must be hoping that they were OK. But god they weren’t. They were dead.
She tucked her head down, trying to push those thoughts away, when the noise of a chair being knocked over startled her, and she blinked as she noticed Robin skid down the hallway, her mouth dropping open as he hugged Mindy. ]
[ What was next, world peace? ]
[ Any other time and she’d push the boy away without a second thought. But, right now, that was what she needed. And needed badly. She slipped her arms around his torso, her head quickly nuzzling into the kink of his neck as she unwillingly let out the tears she’d been trying so hard to hold in. For a moment she was actually quite surprised that he’d been told about this, until she remembered that his mother was right in that room with her. ]
“They’re hurting her.” Her words were muffled against his skin as she tightened her hold. “Too many doctors. Too much equipment. She’s hurting badly.”
[ It wasn’t like one of the asthma attacks she had had. She wasn’t just hooked up to a few machines through a breathing tube with a doctor checking in every once in a while. The room was packed, they were all writing things down. Machines kept beeping. And all she could do was sit and wait. ]
