Okay, I am writing this because I am super in the mood for some super romancey fun. And, really who doesn't like those cute, Percy gets sick and Annabeth helps him/ Annabeh gets sick and Percy helps her stories.
I was so tired. So tired ALL of the time. I knew it was because I 'bear the curse of Achilles'. But today was worse than usual. Gods, when I woke up in this morning, it sucked, my head was aching and my bones felt so stiff. So, I just decided to stay in bed. That's a reasonable decision right. Apparently not.
"Percy Jackson, are you in here?"Annabeth stormed in-yes stormed- the Poseidon cabin where I was currently sleeping.
"Hey," I said, wow my voice sounded bad.
I guess I looked bad as well because once my girlfriend saw me lying in my bunk, her expression softened. "Oh Percy are you okay?"
"Hmm, oh yeah good…"
I was too tired to make it convincing.
"Hmm…" She immediately started poking and proding.
Annabeth put her hand on my forehead, feeling my temperature, then she studied me closely. I was getting a little uncomfortable under her intense gray eyes so I awkwardly sat up.
"Seriously I'm fine, don't worry."
"You don't look fine," Annabeth replied.
"Gee it is nice to know your honest opinion," I rolled my eyes.
"Sorry," she said looking distracted.
"Hey Wise Girl," I put my hand on her cheek and she looked at me. Her eyes lightened and she joked around with 'don't touch me you're sick!' stuff.
I was really glad to have Annabeth because honestly, I didn't know of other demi-gods who have gotten sick because we are half god, and I don't think Poseidon ever comes down with a cold. So, I was useless for my own case. Annabeth told me that I was probably sick because of my dip in the Styx, it made me invulnerable, yet vulnerable.
She came back with a square of ambrosia, it tasted like brownies, warm, soft brownies. So Annabeth sat by my bed and we talked the rest of the afternoon.
I am leaving the rest to your imagination. Don't imagine something dirty, that's not what I was going for.