A/N this was edited by my friend (magic) squigg.
His entire body ached with pain. Sharp, frigid currents rushed passed him, soaking through his clothes, and making his bones feel like frozen glass. The cold of the river was quite different from his previous surroundings on the burning bridge, but it wasn't any better.
He was pretty sure he was dead. But if he was dead, he wouldn't be able to feel each tiny rock that scraped against his skin, and he wouldn't be able to hear the obnoxious ringing in his ears, would he? No, that meant he had to be alive.
Alive! He was alive! That was good, wasn't it? Well, it couldn't be if it meant he was to be pushed around in this current until he wasn't alive.
It was then that something wrapped around his torso, and dragged him out of the water. It hurt like hell, but he was too busy being glad he wouldn't have to spend the last five minutes of his life drowning in the river and his own pain.
"Thalia!" Some someone scolded above him. "Why in all of Olympus would you do that!"
"I couldn't just let him drown!" The one he supposed was Thalia retorted.
He felt as the rope that had dragged from the river was removed, and a blanket draped over him.
"Thalia, that's a man." The other hissed. "We'd be wasting our supplies by helping him! We're already low on nectar and ambrosia!"
Phoenix flinched, pulling the blanket over his ears in an attempt to block out the voices that erupted into argument around him.
"That's enough!" A voice suddenly shouted. "Thalia, you did the right thing saving him. But, he cannot stay. He will only slow us down, and, as Phoebe said, waste our limited supplies. We have a more important task at hand.
"Give him a square of ambrosia to keep him stable. Then, see if you can contact a mortal search and rescue team to take care of him." The voice said.
There were more voices, and foot steps as he drifted in and out of consciousness. But finally, as exhaustion replaced adrenaline, he slipped into a peaceful sleep.