Percy woke with a jolt of pain through his body, it felt as if he was being shot with arrows from his neck down to his heels. As it always did the pain subsided a few seconds later. Percy swung his left leg first over the bed then his injured right leg over afterwards, in the war he had fractured his knee cap and now had to wear a brace over it to make sure it healed properly. He grabbed his pink crutches, not his first choice, the willed himself to the toilet in his bathroom and convulsed several times until he fell to the floor in exhaustion. He could hear the footsteps from down the hall running towards his door. it opened and within a split second Annabeth was there gently putting her arm around his back and lifting him to a sitting position on the floor.
"Percy this is the 2nd time this week we need to get you some help." Annabeth plead, he could hear the concern in her voice
"No I'll be fine, the infirmary here isn't very good anyways. Plus the pain is only for a few seconds now, I think Apollo did a nice job of lifting the curse." Percy said, already trying to get to his feet.
Annabeth pushed him down and practically force fed him a cup of water.
"What's this for?" he asked then drank the water
"To clean out your dirty mouth so I can kiss you seaweed brain."
Percy barely got to swallow before she placed her lips firm on his with all of the compassion in the world. Her lips were warm and surprisingly tense, he embraced her with his arms as he held on to this moment for was seemed like for ever when she pulled away.
"Your still injured we can't get to wild yet, but maybe in a few weeks." She said with a devilish smile.
Percy rolled his eyes in a playful way while he got up on his crutches and went to his bed. Annabeth followed him and lifted the covers while he swung back on to his bed, after he was in she got in too. He placed his body next to hers and nuzzled his face in her blond messy hair and whispered, "I love you Annabeth"
"I know Percy, I know." She smirked the smirk she always does when she's around Percy.
Percy hates it, the way he lies to Annabeth. He wasn't puking into the toilet it was just an act to get her to lay with him, but the pain was never an act every time it came through him he wanted to give up but Annabeth was always there. Almost as a tether to the things the he needed, and that needed him she was the reason he didn't give up.