Clary was taking her time and exploring the long daunting halls of the hospital. They told her to wait for the doctor to discharge her before leaving which Clary interrupted as, don’t leave the hospital. That meant that everything inside of the hospital was fair game. She didn’t feel so weird in the hospital gown, not while she was in the hospital anyway. She’d asked a nurse about her own clothes and had been told it’s at the sheirff’s station before the woman hurried off.

That was a stupid place to take someone’s clothes.

Her time moving through the hospital was rather uneventful so she began peeking into the different rooms just to see who was there. Clary wasn’t good at leaving well enough alone. She paused when she spotted the small black cat.

"I didn’t know they treated animals here." It seemed odd.

Clary stepped forward, running her fingers along the cats back when she got close enough. It looked like it was alive… maybe?