Author's Note: Hey guys, so I was having a really rough day and honestly there are little to no fics that actually talk about this. So my need to vent without judgment lead me to write this fic, or at least start it. As you are all well aware by now, the writers on this site do not own the characters or story lines you recognise as being a part of a fandom and I am making no money off of this fic. Please read, enjoy and review to give me an idea of what you would like to see and I will do my best to comply.

Chapter One

Percy was exhausted. He had tired of fighting and hiding it every day. He didn't want anyone to know but at the same time, he didn't want them to be mad if they found out. He was pretty sure Annabeth had caught on, and oddly enough Jason. They didn't know exactly what was going on though. There was no way they could, but Percy was pretty sure that he had seen them watching him when he started to feel bad. Besides whose mind jumped to this when they saw a headache, or a paler than normal complexion. He would be surprised if they had ever even heard of it.

He was in his cabin, laying in bed, when she came to get him. The door closed with a spare towel pressed against the crack along the bottom to block out more light. His curtains acted as blackout curtains keeping all the sunlight out of his cabin. He has his face pressed into the pillow with light blanket pulled up over his shoulders as he tried to sleep. He heard the knock first, then her voice.

"Percy, are you okay? You've been in there all morning and you didn't even come to breakfast." She is worried, he could tell from her tone. She was more than likely standing on his steps with her arms crossed over her chest while tapping her foot. The tapping would only get faster the longer I made her wait.

He groaned to himself as he rolled over in bed, his head was pounding. He didn't want to get up at all, let alone to go do whatever activity the camp had decided was appropriate. "Yeah Annabeth, I'm fine just having a lazy day." He called back to her, the lie slipping easily from his tongue as it had so many times before. No one ever questioned it so why change.

When she answered the concern in her voice had changed to irritation. "Perseus Jackson, get out here now!" Ow! Gods Annabeth, yell a little louder please. I don't think China heard you. Her voice was high and sharp grating on his already sensitive hearing. "You have been having 'Lazy Days' for the last four days in a row." She jiggled the door knob trying to open the door.Oh yeah, I locked it.

He sighs and tries to make his body obey the simple commands he wants to give it. Sit up. Push the covers off. Stand up. He had been doing good so far, but as soon as he stood the cabin spun around him like a broken merry-go-round. He dropped back into his bed with a quiet groan his arms resting on his knees and his face in his hands. Damn, a little slower next time. He takes a deep breath and clenches his jaw against the overwhelming urge to lay back down. Note to self, no more racing Clarisse on the rock wall. He stands again this time managing to stave off the dizziness long enough to walk to the door.

He stood with his head against the cool wood for a moment, trying to soothe the pounding. Despite knowing that nothing would help. At least nothing short of several hours of sleep and some high grade painkillers. He could hear her foot tapping now, a steady rhythm on the concrete steps. Gods that is really going to bother me today. He flicked the lock on the door wincing at the loud affirmation that it had disengaged. He steps back from it and turns the knob slightly, barely enough for it to crack open.

She is there in an instant. Her eyes searching his unnaturally pale face for any signs of injury. There were none of course, but this would only make her worry more. He steps away from her and slowly sits down on the edge of his bed again. "I'm okay. I just need some sleep" He soothes trying to calm her down the best he can.

Annabeth sighs and sits down beside him. "Percy I'm worried about you. You have always taken days off during the summer and spent them in here doing who knows what, but this year is different. You're in here more than you come out. It's not normal. You don't eat. Your eyes are always glassy. Like you want to be present, but mentally you are somewhere else. You've even lost your tan. Do you understand how hard it is for a greek demigod to lose a tan? Tan skin is literally in our genes." She goes on taking his hand in hers. " I'm … I just want to know what is going on. I want you to be okay."

His chest constricted as she spoke, thoughts racing through his mind at a nauseating speed. I should tell her. I should tell them all. What? I can't tell her or anyone! I don't want the pitying looks. I don't want to be treated differently! He thoughts were so loud in his head he was sure he had actually said them. He looks over at his girlfriend, taking in the worried look on her face, the pale grey eyes that seemed to pierce his very soul, the firm set of her mouth showing that she wouldn't take no for an answer. "A….Wise Girl, I promise. I will be okay, but I can't tell you what is going on. I just can't." His voice cracks halfway through that last sentence. He wanted nothing more than to tell her, to have someone other than Paul and his mom know. To have someone there to help when it got to be too much for him to handle, But he couldn't.