A/N: I don't own Percy Jackson and the Olympians.

BUT I CAN TOTALLY WRITE RANDOM JUNK ^.^

Rachel POV:

I was sick. Well, I felt sick. I had a huge headache. My head was about to split open. I leaned against the wall of my cave, trying not to faint. I knew this either meant that I was about to spew some freaky oracle nonsense, or I was really and truly sick. Either way, I had to get to camp.

I grabbed a sweater and ducked through the small doorway. The motion sent the whole world spinning, adding to the uncomfortable sensation I was feeling. As I walked down the hill, I mentally went over the list of foods I'd eaten the last few days, trying to find anything that might have been spoiled.

I was almost at the cabins when a whole new wave of nausea washed over me. The whole world turned sideways. Lying on the cold damp grass, I realized one good thing: at least this wasn't a prophecy after all.

Then I blacked out.

Nico POV:

The time when I feel the most comfortable is nighttime. Being the son of Hades, I regularly enjoyed walks around the camp when the shadows are at their peak, and plus, no one ever bothered me about it. All the other campers were terrified of me, with the exception of Percy and Annabeth.

I was taking my daily route, circling around the cabins. Another reason why I could stay up past curfew- I was almost like a night guard.

Today, I noticed something unusual, just beyond the cabins. It felt like a mortal dying, or was on the verge of it.

That was odd, I thought. No mortals are allowed on the grounds, and even if they could, the barrier would stop prevent them from entering.

I hurried forward. If someone really was dying, I wanted to be there to save them, or at least take them out of their misery.

When I got there, I saw what it was. A girl was lying on the ground, shivering. She had flaming red hair, and she was out cold.

With my limited knowledge of illnesses, I figured that it would be smarter to take her to the Big House so the people with the experience could help her.

I scooped her up, bridal-style. She was burning hot, and I was pretty sure that it wasn't a good sign. She stirred a little bit, but otherwise stayed unconscious. I hoped that I didn't hurt her in her seemingly fragile state.

Taking a deep breath, I shadow-traveled with her to the Big House.

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