I am so sorry for my lack of attention to this story. School's started back up, sports are taking over after school time, and I'm trying to balance everything else in an attempt to work on an original story of mine. So please reach deep inside you and find the heart to forgive me! This story is wrapping up. Get ready for the final chapter of Words Can Never Hurt Me, because it has arrived. And this time it's final. But on the bright side, I loved writing it, I hoped you loved reading it, and you can try to make other stories better like you have mine! Happy reading!

-soccerfanaticgirl

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Clary's POV

I heard voices around me and vaguely wondered if the rescue was a dream. But then I felt a hand caress mine, and familiar voices surrounding me with a sense of safety. My eyelids were heavy, and I couldn't seem to be able to open them. I didn't want to either. I liked this peaceful state I was in. But then the memories of what happened rushed back to me. Jace dying, my CPR, the ambulance. All the sudden I had no intention of sleeping anymore. I needed to have answers, and no one would stop me. No one would stop me from getting to Jace.

My feet swung out of bed as my eyes opened wide, squinting to the bright fluorescent lights of the hospital room I was in.

"Jace!"

"Clary, calm down. Stay in bed, you aren't ready to leave yet." The soothing voice of my brother washed over me. But I would not be stopped by words.

"Move Jon, I need to see him! I need to see that he's ok! Please, let me go. Please," I pleaded with him. He looked uncertain, but after a few seconds of considering, he got up and offered me his hand.

"Come on then, I'll take you to him." Gratefulness, relief, and worry all flushed through me at the same time.

I leaned heavily on Jon as we made our way through the hallway, my hospital gown rustling on my skin. But I was far too afraid for Jace to feel self-conscious.

We came to a room and Jon moved to open it slowly. My anticipation was rising, as was my temper.

"Jon! Just open the freaking door already!" I growled.

He gulped and looked at me. He turned the knob and opened the door.

I was greeted with the sight of Isabelle struggling to keep Jace on the bed. He looked half-sane. His hair was messed up and his eyes were bloodshot. He was struggling against Isabelle's hands to sit up and get out of the bed and was flailing his arms with effort. Isabelle was trying to calm him down, telling him that everyone was alright and that she was there, and that everything was going to be fine. His wild eyes roamed the room in a frantic way, until his golden eyes locked onto my green ones.

The world seemed to stop spinning with the weight of the moment. We were blissfully unaware of anything but each other, and everything moved in slow motion as we drank in the sight of each other, safe.

I stumbled forward despite Jon's complaint and my legs threatening to give out. That's exactly what they did once I fell onto his bed and into his arms. I buried my head in his chest and he pulled me close to him, burying his face into my hair. My tears leaked onto his gown, and despite our circumstance, everything was perfect in that moment. I lifted my head up and our gazes met again, this time displaying the look of pure joy, relief, and love for the whole world to see. I didn't believe in using the term love so easily, but that's what I felt. I loved Jace. And I saw the love he had for me reflected in his own eyes.

His lips crashed onto mine with a passion only the fear of life and death could put in two people's hearts.

My hands entwined in his hair, both of us lost in each other until we heard someone clear their throat. I tore myself away from Jace and had the mind to feel embarrassed at my actions. I still didn't move away from Jace though. I promised him that if we got out of there alive, I wasn't going to push him away, even if that meant staying by his side forever.

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Izzy's POV

3 months later

I walked down the halls of the school once again. But for once, the boredom that followed me during the day wasn't annoying, it was slightly comforting after what had happened. The rumors that had plagued us all during the first few weeks back had almost come to a complete halt. Everything yet nothing was the same though. Jon, Jace, Clary, and I were close as ever, best friends, except for Jace and clary, whom were the hottest couple at school. I smiled a bit as I walked hand-in-hand with Simon Lewis, my longtime friend and crush. After what happened, I no longer held anything back from those who I cared about. There was no moment you could be certain on, so I decided that I would make the best out of every moment, and take chances as they came. So I asked Simon out with no regrets, already having learned the hard lesson of how you never knew how long you'd have with a person, they could be there one moment and gone the next before you knew what was happening. And now we were happy and together.

I saw Jace pass in the halls with his arm slung around Clary's shoulder, holding her possessively to his side. We exchanged glances and went our ways with smiles.

Besides our changes in our outlook at life, everything was pretty much the same, Jace being the normal arrogant, stuck up guy he was. But he let his true side, his understanding, sweet, sensitive, caring side show a lot more often than he used to, which had been never. But fact remained that he knew he was an outstanding athlete and completely gorgeous. He couldn't play yet because he was still healing, but he sat at every practice and game, completing his role as captain of the soccer team from the sidelines. But he was enforced on the field in the form of a very intimidating Jon. Jon and Jace still continued with their playful banter over Clary, but were nothing short of brothers.

Clary let her defensive wall crumble a little bit every day. Jace was doing an amazing job of tearing it apart brick by brick, word by word, action by action. Every love-filled hug, touch, kiss, and word made her open up a little bit more, and Jace was a love-smitten man who'd fallen for the perfect girl, one who not only needed to be opened to the possibilities of a life without fear and purposeful pain but could also crack the shell of a boy who thought he needed to carry the weight of the world on his shoulders and open his eyes to people he knew loved him and show him that he was capable of real love.

I sighed as I took my seat in my class, happy that I could finally be doing such a mundane action after that week and a half of torturous events.

I was happy to be alive. I was happy to have my friends alive. I was happy that I had met Clary.

We were all finally safe.

They say that words can never hurt you, but words can hurt you the most. Words could be your downfall. Words could destroy. But words could also build up, can be the strongest bond between people. Words could be your savior.

Words will always hurt you, but they will never, ever fail to bring you back up again.