Percy
Annabeth was with Jason when he spotted them the first time and straight after practice dummies got hacked to bits in the arena. Chiron stopped me before I went too far, and it resulted in a "chat" with Annabeth. Soon what were to be rash promises were heard and all was well until two weeks later. When she was trying to chat up Frank who was visiting from Camp Jupiter (with the same success as Jason, so failing) and yet again the need to hack dummies was present but ignored for quiet contemplation.
Stalking back to the Poseidon cabin cheery campers said hello and hey, all the while I thought of how to take this new Annabeth. I knew that the Underworld had changed us both; personally I thought it made us closer, but I was completely wrong. Before I knew it I was lying on the soft mattress thinking about what to do, when the time slipped away and Chiron appeared demanding why I hadn't eaten dinner with the rest of the campers as I was already underweight from my recover from the Underworld. For what seemed like forever I finally made up my mind but alas it was too late. Annabeth had come to find me on the way to sword practice in the arena, and the bomb dropped...
It was over and whole camp knew before me, everyone gave me sad knowing looks as I waltzed in the arena slashing and hacking the dummies, avoiding the actual demigods around myself. Exhaustion and sweat overcame me as I dragged myself to the cabin just in time to drop like a rock onto the marshmallow like mattress. A week went passed as Chiron and Grover came and attempted to convince me to eat, sleep and wash. I washed everyday and changed until my lack of sleep and food caught up. As embarrassing as collapsing in the shower was, the worst thing of all I feel on the razor and grazed my arm. Explaining to Grover that no I wasn't suicidal and yes it was an accident took longer than expected and Chiron somehow got involved and I got told unless I start to eat and sleep again they were going to send the whole Apollo cabin after me with all they got. After that I was careful, ate small amounts in front of the few I allowed to see me and hid the rest in my pockets in bin later. Within 2 weeks Chiron and Grover were happy about my attitude on life as I joined in with the activities and ate with the other campers.
After 4 weeks of this they noticed the way my ribs were starting to show, face so slim and angular it hurt to look at and all muscles built up over the last 5 years gone. A twig remained. They made sure I ate and seemed confused until the 16th August when waking up the energy to move seemed too much, so I lay and lay. They came eventually and asked how much I weigh; to be honest I had no idea now, trying to get me to move was another mission. It was so impossible they gave up upon seeing my skeletal figure with no shirt on to make sure I was as emaciated as they thought. Shocking to the whole camp (and blamed on the Underworld not Annabeth) I was carried on a stretcher to the Big House to begin treatment for exhaustion and weight gain, semi-conscious as I was I realised this in a minute. The world began to fade and soon it consumed me.