Everything happened too fast for her to properly see any of it. She heard the snap, the panic, was just turning her head to see what was happening when suddenly Jace knocked into her and sent her sprawling over the ground--
Out of the way.
For a long moment, Jasper could do little more than stare at him as a crowd slowly began to gather, murmuring. Then a strangled cry caught in her throat and she lurched to her feet, nearly tripping over herself to kneel next to him, muttering, "Don't be dead, don't be dead, please don't be dead..."
She wasn't heartless--she'd never have been able to watch someone be hurt, hurt because of her, and not at least want to help. But a lifetime of "look out for yourself" had taught her to weigh the odds, the cost and benefit, and this... Yes, Jace, had saved her, but she hardly knew him. She had no real obligation; she could have easily slipped back into the crowd and disappeared, left someone else to help.
But she didn't. She couldn't. And the worst part was she didn't even know why