Gone
Nico POV
I was sleeping on the couch, waiting for Percy to come back home from his job. He normally would be back by now but I figured they needed him longer. I woke up to hear my phone ring so I picked it up and, tiredly, said, "Hello?"
"Hello, Mr Jackson," hehe... Mr Jackson... Yes, Percy and I got married. "Sorry to wake you but your husband, Percy Jackson, was heading home a few minutes ago from his work place but a drunk driver ran over his car. He's here right now at the hospital, in a coma."
My breath stopped. My heart sped faster. "Is he alright? W-will he make it?" I croaked. Oh gods. Percy, my handsome husband, in a car crash?
"He'll need surgery on his neck. Otherwise, he'll be fine."
"I'll be there in a sec," with that, I got my keys and ran all the way to my car. I sped through, trying to get to the hospital. I was there within five minutes and the nurses rushed me in to Percy's room. "I'll leave you be," she said and shut the door behind her softly. I walked over to Percy. He looked terrible. His right cheek had a scar from glass, his neck in a cast sort of thing, his black hair covered in blood. His blood. His left leg had, like, a billion scars, his right leg only a few, his right arm was fine and his left arm had a long scar. Tears welled in my eyes.
"Oh, Percy," I sobbed. "Please, please, please wake up!" I kissed him softly. I sat up and tears fell freely. I punched the air and the seat next to Percy out of frustration. "Why him? Why?" I sobbed, asking why over and over and over again. Machines next to him were beeping rapidly. "Oh gods, no!" I gasped and rushed up next to Percy saying no. Doctors and nurses came in and took Percy away. Tears came down my face. Two doctors held me back. "NO! WHY, PERCY?! NO, PLEASE, PLEASE! PERCY!" I sobbed and thrashed around, trying to let the doctors let go of me. "Sir, he'll be alright," one assured. "Percy..." I cried and the doctors let me go as I fell to the ground, sobbing. The doctors were in the room across and did procedures with Percy.
I heard them call instructions but soon, no noise was heard except for my loud crying. The doctor who helped with Percy's procedure came into the room I was in and spoke softly. "I'm sorry,"
"WHY!" I sobbed and cried. My Percy, gone. For good. Forever. My voice cracked, my body trembled, my eyes ached, my heart broke. Why Percy? Why not me?
I sobbed some more before the doctor spoke up, "You can go check on him if you wish to or you can head home,"
I looked up to him. "I'll head home," I croaked. The whole ride, tears were falling like a waterfall. When I got home, I cried myself to sleep.
Three weeks later, Percy had his funeral. All the people we knew were there. Everyone was giving me apologies but I ignored it. I couldn't stand it. I sobbed the entire time with Annabeth comforting me.
After the funeral, I shut myself from everyone for the day. I looked at all our memories together, happy or sad. I smiled sadly and fell asleep on Percy's side of the couch. Ever since Percy's death, I haven't been sleeping on my bed. I've been sleeping on Percy's side of the couch. Every morning I would say I love you and then I miss you and it would be the same before I go to bed. It became a habit I would never change.
ok... I hoped you liked it (though I may have broken your hearts) but please review. If you didn't like it, flames are accepted.