A/N: Hello! I've had this idea stuck in my head for a while, and needed to write it down. Enjoy! Please review!

Disclaimer: I do not own Percy Jackson.

Percy Jackson woke up in a hospital bed, to the sound of beeping machines.

"Where am I?" he asked one of the nurses, who was staring at him with an odd expression on her face. "Where's Annabeth?"

"Annabeth?" the nurse questioned. "Who's Annabeth?

"My girlfriend. I've known her since the summer after sixth grade."

The nurse sighed. "Honey, I'm so sorry, but you've been in a coma since the end of your sixth grade year. You were in a car accident, with your mother and a boy named Grover Underwood."

"A car accident?" Percy said worriedly. "Where's my mom? Where's Grover?"

"I'm so sorry sweetheart, but your mother died in the car accident." the nurse said, wiping her eyes with a tissue. No one liked being the bearer of bad news.

"No!" he screamed. "She couldn't have! This is all just a terrible nightmare. I'm going to wake up, and everything's going to be okay."

But it wasn't. The realization hit him like a knife in his gut, and he collapsed in pain. "No." he muttered. "No. No no no no no no no."

—-

Dr. Apollo walked in the room, an amazed expression on his face. He was going to see a boy who had been in a coma for six years, and had managed to finally wake up. The unlikeliness of it all was quite high. He definitely needed to write a haiku about it.

He walked in the room, and sat down in his designated chair, crossing his legs.

"Hello." he said. "How are you feeling?" The boy didn't answer. Instead, he just stared at the nametag.

"Apollo?" he questioned. "Is that really you?"

Dr. Apollo snorted. "Who do you think I am, the god of the sun or something."

"Well, yes." the boy whispered.

"Of course I'm Dr. Apollo." he exclaimed. "That's what my name tag says, doesn't it?"

"But," said Percy. "You are the god of the sun."

"Yeah, right. And I bet you're the son of the sea god or something."

"Actually, I am." said the boy. Dr. Apollo stared at him.

"You know what," he said to the nurse. "Call the office. I want the boy's brain scans. He seems to have more mental damage than I thought."

"Right away, doctor."

"You know, this calls for a haiku. Let me think. Oh, I know!

In a coma he's been,

Since at least six years ago,

He think I am a god."

"The last line was six syllables." Percy reminded him. "You could substitute "I am" for "I'm," though." He frowned, not knowing where he had heard that before.

Dr. Apollo swallowed a lump in his throat. "You sound like Ar-" he said, not able to finish his sentence.

"Who do I sound like?" Percy questioned.

"Oh, no one." he said. "Don't worry about it. It's nothing, really."

Percy was released from the hospital two weeks later. He was being sent to live with his stepfather, Ugly Gabe. Percy wondered how bad the apartment was going to smell after six years. However bad, he was going to have to get used to it, and quick.

A/N: Do not fret. Everything will be explained next chapter. I promise.