This was it.
Percy crept along the hallways, befriending the shadows that hid him. As he struggled to stay out of the line of the moonlight, he paused dramatically as he heard footsteps in the hallway that intersected with his.
He quietly let out a breath he didn't know he was holding when the footsteps disappeared. If he had gotten caught, his captors would've put him under another drug that disoriented his senses, clouding his judgment. Riptide was nowhere to be found, as his captors only provided him with a hospital gown (which he found completely embarrassing as his behind was clearly shown). His wounds were still healing, turning painful if he moved too much, but he pushed on.
He had silently began playing the James Bond theme song in his head when he got to his destination. Praying to the gods for it not to creek, he pushed the door open.
the room was completely white from what Percy could see, but he didn't want to risk turning on the lights until he was sure that no one was awake. When he assumed that no one was, he turned on the lights.
Percy was right when he thought that the room was white. As his hand found the light switch, he assessed his current situation: objective: the room he is currently in. Check. Inventory: a pair of clothes that he had managed to steal on his way there: check. Figuring that it was good enough, he looked at the rectangular object in the corner, so foreign but yet so familiar, like a long lost friend.
knowing what he had to do, he quietly stripped and walked inside it. As he fiddled with the options, he squeaked in surprise as the cold hit him. He fiddled with it again, shrieking in protest when the cold began to turn burning hot. Once more, he fiddled with the options, not stoping until the temperature was to his liking. He was so close, yet so far.
When he got the temperature in his favor, he smiled in triumph. He was done, he had gotten what he wanted, and he felt like crying. As water rolled down to his face, he opened his mouth and started to-
"My milkshake brings all the boys to the yard! And they're like, it's better than yours!"
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Leo listened from outside the bathroom door in amusement. He had come to check in on the rest of the gang in the infirmary, him being the only one able to walk after the battle in Greece. When he saw that someone wasn't in their designated bed, he (and Annabeth, who had come in persistence) had followed the huge stomps that led to bathroom. He looked towards Annabeth, speaking a question that was on his mind for sometime now.
"Is he always like this when he takes a shower?"
Annabeth sighed.
"Even if he wasn't drugged? Yes."