Chapter sixty seven.

SCAR'S POV.

I feel weak. At these rate I don't think I will make it. My eyes trace from the pipe fixed to my hand which is connected at the end to the glass box almost full with my blood.

I don't know how long I have been here. Tied to this hospital bed. In the middle of darkness. Slipping in and out of consciousness.

"God. Scarlet." I slowly move my head to the side. Clary 

"That god-damned psycho." She curse ina small voice.

She roughly jerk off the pipes, riding me of the pain. Then helps me sit. "Are you okay? Can you move?"

I answer all her questions with a shake of my head.

"We have to go now. We don't have time." She proceeds to help me out of the bed which proves futile.

No. Am too weak. I will only slow her down and who know what that bastard will do to her.

"Go." I