God to my goddess

Chapter 1

Annabeths POV

Did I mention I hate hospitals?

The beeping sounds from dozens of monitors. The crying mother off in the distance. The bright fluorescent lights. The tubes and monitors. The occasional team of doctors and nurses running off to save somebody. The needles and meds and pain. And the fact that the only times I've been in one is because I've lost people. And I really didn't need to be in one now. Not right before Christmas. Not in the middle of my junior year of high school. The hardest year. The time I've worked hardest. Right when I was about to get a job and go off on my own. Did I mention I hate hospitals?

Not 24 hours ago, I was enjoying the first few days of winter break. Thalia, my best friend, and I had just hung out in the park. She convinced me to get ice cream with her, despite it being the middle of winter. we walked around the park and she checked out hot guys, but there was no one else crazy enough to be outside right now. She decided to go home when it started to snow gently. I didn't really want to go home right now, I needed a little more time free from my father. I had just said goodbye to Thalia and was heading to the library. I wanted to grab a book and sit in a cafe with a warm cup of hot chocolate for a few hours before I had to go back home. I shivered and pulled my jacket tighter around me as snowflakes continued falling. They fell quicker as I rounded the corner. It wasn't a long walk to the library when it was warm and sunny, which it wasn't. And the ice that formed on the ground overnight, wasn't making my trip any quicker. Luckily, there was barely anyone else crazy enough to be outside with the looming blizzard. Tall buildings did little to shield me from the howling wind, which was starting to fill up. The roads and sidewalks had been deserted since early this morning, with only a few crazies out. Despite the skies being basically clear.

An older woman bumped into me when I stopped to cross the street. "Sorry, I'm sorry" she apologized profusely.

"No harm was done" I laughed it off, "but you should be careful. It's very very slippery out here with this ice on the ground." I looked around. There was no one else around but some teenage boy across the street. " there's no one else here to catch you."

"Oh yes, it's a mess. I'll have to talk to my son about that." She patted me on the shoulder and started to hobble away.

I reach out and grab her arm, "Your son?"

"Oh yes, he can get very careless around this time of year. I'll see if I can't get this whole mess cleared up. Have a nice day, sweetie!" She adjusts her shawl around her shoulders and turns back into the falling snow. She quickly disappears, as if she vanished into thin air.

I stand there for a minute, very confused. I shiver and shake my head and step out into the street. That's when everything went wrong.

I'd been too focused on the woman to notice just how bad it was snowing now. And I hadn't bothered to check for cars, not that I would've been able to see anything anyways. A car flies around the corner. I could hear it before I could see it. Time slowed down. I tried to hurry across the street but my foot slipped on the ice. The car came closer and I was blinded by the headlights. I could not get my footing. Tires screeched. I couldn't stop. The car couldn't stop. I collapsed, ready for death.

But I collapsed into someone's arms. And suddenly I was flung across the ice and out of the way. I couldn't raise my head to see, but I heard it all. The car crashing into the lamp post. The staggered breathing of someone on top of me. A scream.

I opened my eyes. The boy from across the street was curled over my huddled body, shielding me from flying debris. once the noise dies down, he stood and ran over to the car.

"Sir? SIR?" He screamed as he tried to wrench the door open. The window was broken from the crash and he reached in.

"Oh gods," I thought, "there's someone in there." I forced myself to my feet and staggered over there. "Is he okay?"

The boy, who I recognized as a kid in my English class, was fumbling with his phone. He looked up at me. I was holding my self up on the bent car. "Are you?" He asked.

"I am," my vision swam, "how badly did I hurt him?"

"You are most definitely not okay." He stated as I stumbled. he dropped his phone and reached out for me.

"How'd you know?" I asked as my eyes rolled back into my head and I collapsed in his arms. The last thing I remember was the sound of sirens.

Did I mention I hate hospitals?