Percy opened his eyes feeling nauseous, he was laying down on a bed which was obviously not his. He sat up but immediately regretted it as pain blasted throughout his body. Percy groaned in agony.
Once the pain has decreased he took in his surroundings, he was in a plain white room, he was sitting on a plain white bed in a corner and to his left, there was another white bed in another corner, except that bed was empty. Okay, where the Hades am I?
As he stood up pain shot through his feet, he groaned in pain again. He looked around at his surroundings once more and saw 2 doors. He began to walk to one of the doors, each step he took felt like he was walking on shards of glass.
Percy tried to walk, his surroundings started to move. The next thing he knew he was on the ground puking his stomach out.
The boy heard the door open, the sound of feet shuffling around on the concrete floor. The people around him chattered to themselves, their words were indistinct to him. Everything was blurry.
Percy made out what he could see, a total of three, they were all wearing white.
He tried to fight and kick them with all his strength, they were holding him down.
Percy screamed as they took out a needle and stabbed it into his neck, well at least it felt like they stabbed it.
Suddenly darkness overcame the boy.
I woke up again, I was on the bed again. I tried to get up, but my hands were cuffed to the bed.
"Hey, you okay? They brought you in pretty beaten up." A familiar voice said.
My head turned to look at the speaker, I lit up with recognition.
"Grover! What's happening? Where are we?"
"Wow, dude, I'm pretty sure we've never met before." The curly hair boy said.
"Grover? It's me? Percy? Your best friend?" What the Hades was happening?!
"You seriously don't know where we are? We're at the CHB mental institute for troubled teens."