First Fanfic but I've been reading for years. I'll try to update as much as possible but between school, volleyball, and soccer I'm pretty busy. Oh and I can't forget that joyful homework! Anyway enjoy! Oh and I try to keep the authors notes short because I usually don't like to read them (but I do) so if there ever is long one I'll have a good reason.

I looked out the window in my room in deep thought; I just came back from the doctors. They told me I had some disease that they didn't know of and had no cure. One thing was for sure though; I wasn't going to make it. They told me I had to come in once a week for check-ups in the hopes for finding some cure or some sort of clue of what I have or more importantly how long I have. I continued to stare. The good thing is since I don't show any signs of anything yet so it will most likely be a slow process until I die. I shuddered just thinking about it; I could feel despair running through my veins, until I felt I had nothing left, I felt...empty.

*Flashback*

I was alone at my house and sitting in my room drawing. I love drawing and a smile crept on my smiles, turning into a splitting grin. It was a picture of me and Jace, just sitting in a park bench in Central Park.

I clutched my stomach as these blinding pains shook my body. I felt a scream crawling up my throat, threatening to burst at the seams. Then it suddenly stopped. Confusion flooded my face, and I slowly stood up, just making sure it was gone. I decided just to go to the doctors just to be sure nothing was wrong. I didn't tell anyone; not even Jace. It could be nothing so they don't need to worry if it is, especially since most of my friends are drama queens, story of my life.

In the car, I was fiddling with my hair. It was no big deal; I kept telling myself, but somewhere in deep inside I knew there was something wrong.

Once I arrived I immediately checked in. I sat in one of the waiting room chairs and peered around the room, looking for something to distract me from the anxiety gnawing in my stomach. It was when I saw the little boy in the room, looking like a ghost that really set my nerves on high. I glanced back over at him where he gave me a half-hearted smile and walked away. Thoughts flooded my head, that could be you. You could have cancer or some other disease that you can't pronounce. I shook those thoughts out of my head; it won't do me any good to think negatively, but nevertheless my palms began to sweat and my body was on the verge of hyperventilating.

The doctors came in a minute later, calling for me. I went into the room and began explaining to them what I was feeling. They started taking a bunch of tests and checking for my vital signs. Although I was too wrapped up in my thoughts; most of it was a blur to me.

After a while they left. I was all alone when the pain came back. It hit me like a ton of bricks. I let out a little weep. Someone must have heard me because a nurse came rushing in calling for a doctor. The last thing I remember was someone saying, "Call 911."

I woke up in a white room, with the soft sound of my heart monitor. I saw someone walk in with a clip board, must be a doctor I thought. "I see you're awake, do you feel up to talking?" I nodded. "Mrs. Fray, can you please tell me what happened before you blacked out?"

"Well I was sitting in the doctor's office alone, when I felt this horrible pain. It was like I swallowed a hundred little pins and they were stuck in my sides. Then I woke up here." My voice came out a little weaker than I thought it would. He frowned and looked back at his clip board.

"Did you feel anything thing else? Anything in your head or did you eat something your allergic too?" I shook my head. He gave me a confuzzled look and walked out of the room. "I will be right back." And with that I was alone again.

After what felt like an hour of waiting, he came back. "Well you seem to have some sort of a disease that we haven't had before."

"What? You haven't had anyone here with horrible stomach pains before?" I asked, suddenly getting angry that the doctors couldn't understand that this must be a mistake; something must be wrong with me. What was wrong with me? Was it deadly?

"No, we have but your test results that came from your doctor's office were different. You had a blood sample right?" I simply nodded, hoping he would just spit it out already. "Well you looked at your blood and you have a virus in your system. We don't know where it came from of or what it is but we do know that it is not healthy. This virus seems to be getting rid of your white blood cells slowly but surely, and since we don't know what it is we can't give you any medication for it because it might speed up the process." I looked at him in shock. I'm dying, slowly but I'm definitely dying. "I'm very sorry but the good news is, I can give you some medication for when you have those awful stomach pains." He handed me a bottle, "Just take one every morning and the pain will certainly decrease."

Finally, some good news, although it didn't make up for the fact that I'm DYING. "Do you have anyone that I can put on a contact list? In case this happens again?" I thought for a moment. I could tell Jace but then he would never let me out of his sight. My parents disappeared so no. And if I tell any of the Lightwoods they'll end up blabbing it to Jace.

"Yeah, one guy. His Name is Simon Lewis." After giving him Simons contact info I was released. I walked out of my car after leaving Simon a voicemail message.

*End of Flashback*

I replayed the story over and over in my head. I don't know what to do! I felt my phone buzz and I picked it up. "Simon, meet me at Central Park on our bench." After waiting for a yes I walked out to my car and sent Jace a quick text:

Meeting Simon for Lunch. ~C

I drove to Central Park, ready to tell Simon my plan.